Warm is the Word…

I called mom a moment ago and asked if my father has put out my sodas yet. She no longer does that task. I could hear mom holler from her bedroom to the front of their house as she asked my father.  “He is putting them out now,” mom told me matter-of-factly. I’ve been dropping lots of hints for us to stop this little ritual, or at least change to diet cokes. I am gaining too much weight.  Dad always balks, though. He says I look fine and don’t need to lose any weight. I weigh close to 200 pounds now and that is too much for me. “Your mommas got ten 12-packs of Cokes in the basement for you,” my father will always tell me as if I would be wasting the sodas. Indian Summer… Inside my house was cold, but I got a big surprise when I stepped out of the house.  It felt exactly like spring was here. It was downright warm as I walked to my car across the front yard at noon. I had to turn my Honda’s air conditioning on as I drove to my parent’s house to get my Coca-Colas. My jacket had come off by this time as well.   There is a Scrooge Amongst Us… I was talking to my mother on the phone last night. I was telling her all about the neat computer I had put together on NewEgg to build a back up computer for when my main gaming computer goes down. It is also going to be my blogging and writing computer. Dad has traditionally given me $500 to do this every year for as long as I can remember. Mom acted funny to me about it. “Your daddy says eve...
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