But how difficult it is to surprise someone. And I tell you dear reader. It
Mcrow Dad has finally reached the age of sixty. Which for the life he has led, as if any of us got a hundred and ten.
course this unlikely event, we had to celebrate with great fanfare. Then, the Crayola Pregnant, put hands and feet to work. I, who as we all know, I'm very pee blanket, I anticipated the worst. With the wisdom that characterizes me, weathered to the limit of my strength any responsibility that I was to be allocated.
As with the Crayola knows, nothing is too little and yet never enough. So they started jerking for me to get involved in something else to pay.
So it was just the Fantastic Four, making purchases for the time-honored celebration. Led our group, the Crayola in his role as the Human Torch. The first thing he said and did not like you just need to shout: You call me!. Accompanying his wife, my brother came in his role as the Pelon de la Mole, with a shell so thick, that allows you to live with my sister without anything happen. The General on one flank and the Invisible Woman and intelligent for obvious reasons. Closing the heroic quartet, his napkin like Elastic Man, with powers as useful as flexibility. I have to accept
they were only three hours and with that involvement and I fed the beast, I do not ask me again get involved in anything.
When he was angry because all you say yes, then chose the stupidest of the topics to discuss. Such as confetti.
course in how little he argued, sent me to piss and did what she said. I used these planned battles, to get rid of a worse, is that I did not care if the cloth was yellow or mauve. Whatever the color mauve, because to be honest, I have absolutely no idea.
These tremendous skills are not readily available. If a male reader, wondering at this point how I became so wise, they just say that these great gifts, require one to marry at least once. After this informative capsule, back to my story.
Worst of all was when the Crayola pregnant (this will be her nickname until she gives birth) had the awesome idea, that the party of sixty years of my dad, should, by official, be no surprise. That's when I inChina leather and feared the worst.
Mcrow Dad is a guy with a free soul and a happy heart, but also with an extraordinary ability to say no to almost anything. Like his daughter, may have the worst of moods and do not answer to anybody more than himself. In short, I was a battle of wills between the only thing I managed to do was get away.
This time it was not a problem, it was my sacred mother. Who was so jealous of the party for my dad, who was kept at a safe distance. Someone tell that next year it's up to her and now. It is also organized her daughter with her granddaughter, but I will refuse to be surprised.
My dad, traditionally when invited to a cocktail party by procedure says yes. Crayola So when you said there would be a small meeting for anything that was not his birthday, they said Oh no! That he would not, would not do nothing, we were not washing and then we were.
You can imagine my reader as was the Human Torch (ie the Crayola). The downside is that it lasted a week. Where my dad often said that if it was sometimes said that he would not by lying fellowship, where we would give the surprise of his sixtieth birthday.
the end my mother was able to agree, he was dragged like a dog to the vet, he entered the palapa Brewery which sponsored the hairless and was surprised by the heated ovation he received from many people who love him and that gathered there. Tears flowed
fast on his face and began hugging that lasted something like as the film Titanic.
Tears also gushed into my eyes, first with happiness by my dad and it has come to its sixty-good, but mainly because it ended the ordeal that was to organize her birthday.
It was a little disappointed when we told him that while we were in a pub, his gift would not get to swim to the boilers, but overall it went really well. We, too, and so we all went back to our homes.
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