3Nov/082
Marriage Manual – kids entry #3
You will, upon threats of truckloads of guilt, walk to hell and back anywhere your kids want to go because you are a father, and you have sworn to spend time with them, and pick them up when their feet hurt (not that yours don't), and get them bags of candy at the Hershey Store (as well as a bag of Reeses Pieces - Screw ET, these are mine), and then, only because they saw it on a post card, take them to one of the biggest ferris wheels in North America and ride it...
WITHOUT EVER GIVING THEM A CLUE THAT YOU ARE PETRIFIED OF HEIGHTS!!!!!
and they will never know either
November 4th, 2008 - 01:56
What??? They couldn’t tell by your screams?
November 4th, 2008 - 02:08
Not so sure about that. Four feet off the ground and I am sweating, eight feet and I go into convulsions any higher and….
Man, I hope my daughter HATES Ferris wheels!