Yesterday during our pool adventure...the man who has 4 days left to officially croak..(my mom is back on Friday..God Bless her soul)...was out busy raking 'leaves'.

Keep in mind, he has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder...he rakes 'leaves' everyday..even when there are no leaves left to rake...he sweeps every day..to the point that he has made 'holes' in the cement with his broom...

Sick Sick.

So yesterday he is outside in the yard, C is in the pool, "X" and I are sitting on the ground waiting to see if the inflatable ring would lose air (this was pre-new pool). My dad is trying to cut down some leaves from a nearby tree and some "panas" (someone help me out with this food translation) that were bad growing on the tree. Yes he was cutting down leaves to rake.

I told ya he is sick.

So down comes the "pana", the leaves, some twigs..etc. etc.

So he starts raking...tu ru ru ru ru...::humming::
Me and the "X" are watching...
Cuz he's got some really shitty crappy garbage bags lined up to place his debris in.

He scoops the stuff up places them in the bag and....

VOILA!!!

The bag rips open as he started to walk with it...

Followed quickly with a :

"SHIT...MUTHAF*CKER...CRAPPY ASS, CHEAP BAGS, DAMN U LORD...MY LIFE IS PIECE OF SHIT...I CURSE U FOR GIVING ME A CRAPPY BAG..DAMN U CRAPPY BAG..!!!"

We had to look away...look away really quick cuz I was gonna loose it...with laughter of course...

I was really tempted to tell him to chill on the cuss words cuz Miss C was right by him..but I changed my mine...didn't want to be suffocated by the remains of a bag.

So he goes and gets another bag....tries to place it over the ripped bag and as he tries..the rip bag slips and all the contents spill on the ground...

"SHIT...MUTHAF*CKER...CRAPPY ASS, CHEAP BAGS, DAMN U LORD...MY LIFE IS PIECE OF SHIT...I CURSE U FOR GIVING ME A CRAPPY BAG..DAMN U CRAPPY BAG..!!!"

AHHHH..nothing like a nice sunday afternoon with the fam.