Poor Dad

My poor dad. He lived in a house with 3 women (my mom, my sis and myself) and most of that time was in a 1 bathroom house. He mastered taking a shower in under 5 minutes because we would take up all the hot water. All of his motorcycle magazines in the bathroom were under our stockpile of feminine products. We played girly pranks on him like dye his whitey tighties pink and then hang them on the line outside for him to see when he got home. 

Little did dad know that these sweet little girls would cause his hair to go white very quickly...but we look cute and innocent here! I'm the munchkin on the right who is the same size as the fish. It think dad used me as a fish measurer because we have several photos from when I was a kid, and in all of them the fish is always the same size as me. Anyway, on to a fun story from my very poor memory bank.

One day we were all in mom's car (dad driving) and dad got a bloody nose. Mom usually keeps a horde of napkins in her glove compartment but unfortunately she was out...except for one thing. Mom unwrapped an extra long maxi pad with wings and handed it to my poor dad. At first he refused and wanted mom to keep looking for napkins but after realization hit, he had to take the pad. Of course all three of us girls were laughing hysterically. He couldn't figure out what the wings were, and it was so long he had to fold it in half. After our laughter died down, he looked at it and said, "This thing is pretty absorbent!" We cracked up again and replied with a "well duh!" 

Dad made us swear to never tell anyone about his 'getting in touch with his feminine side' experience...my lips are sealed!