The Magic of One Little Word

Some of you know our daddy, AND that means you know how much of a pain in the butt he can be. When Deb and I are home, we like to hang out with Vee in the kitchen. We have unspoken duties. Vee is the master chef. Deb is the pre-prep chef (she chops!), and I wash dishes. Now, we rotate around. Deb has dishes she will do, and I have dishes I like to do, but for the most part we know our place…OUT OF VEE’S WAY! However, there is a man of about 5ft 6 in that does not know his place. He likes being with his girls. He likes to drive us crazy. But! (yes, I meant to use an exclamation mark)…during Thanksgiving, we have three chiefs, we do not need another one. We are forced to use extreme measures. Feel free to use our tactic if you ever have to get Poppa out of your hair. It works 100% of the time. Simply start talking about….. S.E.X! He will drop the dime that he squeezes between his butt chicks to get away!