The Secret Ramblings of Harriet Hughes Continued
My parents or “The Rents”, as I like to call them, are very un-cool. My dad is still living in the eighties. He still uses phrases like ”narly”. I keep telling him the world has moved on. I once sent him a text message and made the fatal mistake of ending it with GR8 C U THN. Dad made me take an extra English class that summer and mom had to do a lot of convincing for him not to take away my cellphone (not that I would have minded to be rid of that huge brick). I think it’s because he is an engineer, they tend to be a little behind the times.
The man is a dinosaur!
He still keeps his money in a fanny pack clipped to the front of his jeans. He thinks it’s very practical and can’t understand why they are no longer used by the general population.
Have you looked in the mirror, dad?
Mom is what you would call a free spirit, she is a little eccentric, and that’s putting it mildly. She is still under the impression that tie-dye dresses are in fashion. She likes to call herself an artist, but in reality she is just a stay-at-home mom, with a very messy hobby.
My dad drives a very sensible panel van and my mom has a 1973, red Volkswagen Beetle. My dad says he spends more time fixing the Beetle than my mom does driving it. I can confirm this—I can think of more than one occasion when we got stuck on the side of the road. My mom thinks it is the cutest thing she has ever seen. According to her, the special black spotty paint job makes it look like a ladybug. I think it looks ridiculous; who on earth wants to drive around in an aphid-eating insect?
The man is a dinosaur!
He still keeps his money in a fanny pack clipped to the front of his jeans. He thinks it’s very practical and can’t understand why they are no longer used by the general population.
Have you looked in the mirror, dad?
Mom is what you would call a free spirit, she is a little eccentric, and that’s putting it mildly. She is still under the impression that tie-dye dresses are in fashion. She likes to call herself an artist, but in reality she is just a stay-at-home mom, with a very messy hobby.
My dad drives a very sensible panel van and my mom has a 1973, red Volkswagen Beetle. My dad says he spends more time fixing the Beetle than my mom does driving it. I can confirm this—I can think of more than one occasion when we got stuck on the side of the road. My mom thinks it is the cutest thing she has ever seen. According to her, the special black spotty paint job makes it look like a ladybug. I think it looks ridiculous; who on earth wants to drive around in an aphid-eating insect?
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