Friday, May 9, 2008

Daddy Humor #2

Okay - here is Daddy attempting to embarrass his daughter story number 2.

The Place: My Wedding Rehearsal at the Church.

(Yes, my soon-to-be-Hunkahubby and I had matching tie-dye shirts and I had a "practice" veil on my head.)

The Situation: This story is going to take a little bit of explaining . . .

My parents got divorced in 1994. I got married in 2001. My Dad was remarried by this time, and my Mom was engaged to be married the November after my August wedding. I was a little stressed about everyone getting along long enough to make it through the ceremony. I was pretty sure they would behave, but with my Dad and his sense of humor, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

We had discussed in the weeks leading up to the wedding what my Dad would say when the pastor asked "Who gives this woman to be married?" My Dad's suggestions ranged from: "Her MotherS and I" to "Me and the @#$%* in the front row." (You have to know my Dad to realize he wasn't being evil here, that is just his sense of humor.) We finally decided on "Her family and I."

At the rehearsal, we went through the ceremony a total of 3 times. The first 2 times, I was sure that he was going to say something ornery because he would pause before saying his "line." The 3rd time, which we knew was the LAST time to practice the order of the ceremony, we got to Dad's line and he paused for a long time . . . and I panicked.

The Dad Humor: Out of nowhere - he pulls a plastic hot dog out of his jacket and turns to my husband and says, "Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?" (Remember those commercials?) I look over and my brother has another plastic hot dog and my husband pulls Grey Poupon out of his coat and says, "Yes, yes I do!"

I laughed hysterically - but mostly out of relief that it wasn't something worse than that! I'm not sure my pastor knew what to think of my Dad!

The wedding itself came off WITH a hitch (heh) but without any hot dogs, Grey Poupon, or rude lines inserted. (Although Dad did tell me later that on the way down the aisle, he really did forget what he was supposed to say!)

You gotta love my Dad though. He even paid someone $50 to marry me.

And got a picture to prove it.

And then, he did something he doesn't really like to do . . .

But he did it because he loves me . . . and he didn't even step on my feet!

Yep, I'm still Daddy's little girl. And every day . . . I'm realizing I married someone a LOT like my Dad.

And that is just fine . . . because it means my kids will learn that you can get through anything as long as you're able to laugh . . .

Thanks Dad.


Beth from the Funny Farm said...

Great pictures and a wonderful story about your dad.

Barry Pike said...

That is a beautiful, sweet story.