tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post6433817411133135734..comments2023-05-06T08:45:27.865-06:00Comments on Single Solitary Things: My Dad the Non-ConsumerTRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09801686710086039781noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-6993769636770172152008-12-21T17:08:00.000-07:002008-12-21T17:08:00.000-07:00such a cute story! i love that she knows the way h...such a cute story! i love that she knows the way he operates and it doesn't bother her a bit.auntiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-90433282048071411302008-12-20T20:08:00.000-07:002008-12-20T20:08:00.000-07:00That is so funny. Thankfully no one has called me...That is so funny. <BR/><BR/>Thankfully no one has called me up like that in some time.Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17392662465203834633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-49896991236969858692008-12-20T19:00:00.000-07:002008-12-20T19:00:00.000-07:00This is hilarious! When my sister and I were kids...This is hilarious! When my sister and I were kids my dad always made us go out with him on Christmas Eve and help him find something for my mom. Either that or he'd give us money and send us out. But, it was always at the very, last minute possible. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-57867713226432135522008-12-19T16:30:00.000-07:002008-12-19T16:30:00.000-07:00Ha! I so know where you are coming from. Dad's g...Ha! I so know where you are coming from. Dad's gotten a little better the past couple of years ... he usually has at least an "idea" of what he wants to get, but I have to take him to the right store and pick out the right color / size / price etc. But it's a little "dad and me" time so it's ok. (My folks have been married 48 years).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-41425373172864282752008-12-19T15:13:00.000-07:002008-12-19T15:13:00.000-07:00I love it! That is exactly what happens at my hou...I love it! That is exactly what happens at my house. I have helped my dad shop for my mom since I was a teenager. <BR/>He called me yesterday wondering if we could go shopping on CHRISTMAS EVE for my mom's presents! (He's out of town for work)<BR/><BR/>My mom does the same thing, asking me if my dad has seen the gifts beforehand, or my dad will look at her gifts and say "wow, that's nice, who got that for you?"Bobbihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13104430834127197725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-32498819760790915152008-12-19T14:02:00.000-07:002008-12-19T14:02:00.000-07:00That's hilarious! I love the last line. Your mom i...That's hilarious! I love the last line. Your mom is a smart woman :)tootiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17820959883657749639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-8705666007371207862008-12-19T09:41:00.000-07:002008-12-19T09:41:00.000-07:00You've been living in my house, haven't you?This y...You've been living in my house, haven't you?<BR/><BR/>This year, it was a team project. Mom tells me she needs new leather driving gloves. I pass the info on to Dad. He finds a nice, but inexpensive pair, and decides he wants a bracelet to go ON one of the gloves, so it's sparkling when she opens it up (way to go, Dad! Didn't know you had THAT in ya!) But he HATES (capitalized, bolded, italics, underlined) jewelry, so could I pick something out?<BR/><BR/>I find something online, check to see if it's at the store near them. Dad can't get away, so Big Brother goes and picks it up.<BR/><BR/>Niece will wrap it.<BR/><BR/>Mom will be thrilled.<BR/><BR/>Dad will be happy that her hands are warm when she's driving around.<BR/><BR/>All the ladies at Christmas will whisper to each other, "He went to Jared!" and drive my dad up a wall!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16436389893107721020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-88902103581082820972008-12-19T09:14:00.000-07:002008-12-19T09:14:00.000-07:00Oh, TRS, this is EXACTLY how it happens in my fami...Oh, TRS, this is EXACTLY how it happens in my family, too. <BR/><BR/>It usually goes something like this. It's Thanksgiving night and Mom and I are perusing the sales papers and plotting our course for Black Friday.<BR/><BR/>Mom, pointedly: I'd like your Dad to get me ______ for Christmas.<BR/><BR/>Later that evening:<BR/><BR/>Dad, in a bad stage whisper: You gonna get your mom something from me?<BR/><BR/>Me: Of course.<BR/><BR/>Dad: Here's a $100.<BR/><BR/>Then I purchase the gift, wrap it, sign his name, and none of us really acknowledge it but nor do we pretend any differently.<BR/><BR/>Ah, the holidays and family are a HOOT!Andihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11755781689608515554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-36953154739372410882008-12-19T07:50:00.000-07:002008-12-19T07:50:00.000-07:00Oh my God, I am LOL! My Dad was exactly the same ...Oh my God, I am LOL! My Dad was exactly the same way, he's been gone eleven years now, but every year (as the eldest girl child~) I could expect a call saying "I put $xx in your bank account today, can you pick out something nice for your Mom?" <BR/><BR/>I too tried forcing him to do it himself one year... D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R!!!!!!Dorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167997687171327482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987305.post-8602354318807040452008-12-19T05:38:00.000-07:002008-12-19T05:38:00.000-07:00Oh that's funny. :)Oh that's funny. :)Milissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04986484484324086968noreply@blogger.com