My Very Favorite Parents

I got to spend two days with my Mom and Dad!

It seems like everyone who's ever met me has inevitably come to realize that my parents are the stuff legends are made of. A visit with them always hovers somewhere between being an utter train wreck and hilarious history in the making.

For example, there was the time my dad randomly stepped into his room for a few minutes, then came out dressed like this:

¡Es el Chapulín Colorado!

There was the time my sister, Beth, came home and realized there was a live chicken wandering around in the kitchen. When she asked my dad about it, he just said, "We like chicken. We might eat it one of these days."

Infinitely practical food expert

Or the time when some of my college girly friends and I went camping in the White Mountains but my dad wouldn't let us leave for the campsite until he had attempted to convince each and every one of us that we should carry pistols on our belts for protection from the bears.

The Glorious Gun Geezer Glenn

And of course, there are all those times my mom has carried on an entire conversation using only her patented catch phrases: "I don't know what's in your food that made you so silly, but I'm glad it's not in mine," and "Wanna play Rummy?" (By the way, if you turn down the Rummy offer, she'll follow up by offering to play Four Kings, then finish by insisting you play Canasta. I think that Canasta is her favorite game because she doesn't actually know how to play it, which means she gets to make up the rules from minute to minute to suit her fancy. I always lose.)

Behind those Harry Carey glasses lurks a Canasta cheater!

Last of all, there are my favorite moments: The times when mom randomly makes dad drop everything in order to dance with her right there in the living room. I hope to continue that tradition someday.

They're funky, but they're mine, and I love them more every day. :-)

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