I've turned into my dad. And I'm not just talking about the obnoxious chin whiskers and single crazy eyebrow hair that lurks and lurks and then suddenly stands up and dances the Electric Slide right when I'm trying to make a good impression on someone. Thank goodness my husband already loves me because that might be a deal breaker.
Anyway, I'm not talking about crazy hair DNA. Nor am I talking about his penchant for fastening a fancy trouser belt around his ratty red bathrobe when he couldn't find the tie that belonged to do it. I'm also not referring to his tendency to cry during dramatic episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. I share all of these traits with him, but I've known about them for a long time.
No, I'm talking about a new realization that struck me as I gave people a tour of our house on Sunday. (Doesn't that sound grand and not like it's just a modest house on a slightly small lot in a new-ish planned community?)
Anyway, I pointed out a sofa and I was like, "Yeah, my mother-in-law found that sectional brand new for $320." And then a moment later I was all, "Kenny fixed these bathroom cabinets with spray lacquer for $60 instead of paying the painters $1500." And then I pointed out the three-year-old washer/dryer I scored on Craigslist for $200. And then I sat down to write an email on the refurbished laptop my husband bought me last week for $400 because my old one gave up the ghost.
Yeah. I turned into my dad.
I miss him.
But it might have been a good thing that he passed away before he discovered Craigslist. He'd have gone broke saving money.
Friday, June 25, 2010