Daddy’s hands
My parents hosted 29 people at their house for Thanksgiving. Early Thursday morning, my Daddy and I were working hard to finish Mom’s to-do list before family arrived at noon. I was on food prep. Daddy was on table/chair duty.
We decided we needed a little music to help us with our chores. Their TV has that section of the guide where you can choose from 500 different music channels. An avid believer of NO CHRISTMAS MUSIC BEFORE THANKSGIVING, my Dad turned it to the only channel he knew by heart — classic country.
We were humming along to Waylon, Willie, Johnny and George. And then an old favorite by Holly Dunn came on…”Daddy’s Hands.”
I always thought that song was so sweet. Because it’s exactly how I remember my Daddy’s hands. I was sort of tearing up when I turned to look at my Daddy at that moment to watch his hands.
He was picking his nose.
The song will never be the same. And I think that is awesome!
Will your dad be shaking his head from side to side mumbling under his breath…”I have tried so hard to raise a respectable daughter, sent her to college and look what she writes about me” or will he be rolling on the floor in laughter?
Just curious
I laughed out loud when I read this because it SO describes my dad. And my dad would say that he was just pointing to his brain. Thanks for sharing.
I have the stomach virus from hell and yet you STILL made me LOL! Thanks… I truly needed that!
I have felt the same way about this song and my dad for years and years.
LOLOL. . that reminded me of one of those “Deep Thoughts: By Jack Handy” So funny!!!!
Lincee, I saw this and thought of you. You’ve probably already seen it, but just in case:
http://www.slate.com/id/2236559?obref=obinsite
I have to admit I like green beans, though. :/ They’ve never been a staple at my Thanksgivings, but I generally like them.
“He was picking his nose.” xD that sound like my dad!