Last time he was home, Dad gave Beth permission to find us older kids wives and husband, and how he did it was this: He told Beth by the time she was 18 he may have to charge for coffee drinking because there would be so many coffee drinkers.
“Hopefully by then all the older kids will be married and moved out!” Beth said.
“Well I guess you’ll just have to help them!” Dad said, thereby giving her permission to find us spouses. She also “found” spouses for the boys, but that’s another story.
I really wonder what Dad would do if I told him Beth has found my husband, we just need to meet him. When I was ten or so, I thought (seriously, folks!) we’d go door-to-door to find spouses. I’m not kidding, I actually thought that! I told Dad once.
“We may just have to do that!” he said, but he was only joking.
Night before last Beth and I had some late-night girl talk, and she told me she found my husband, we just need to meet him. She told me all about him–he seemed to follow us around town once. She said:
- He’s a redhead
- He has a dark green Dodge pickup
- He looks handsome
- He looks like the sort of guy who would go hunting, therefore he has guns
- He’s relatively tall (compared to me, definitely! about as tall as Eric)
Sounds like a pretty good guy to me! Now we just have to figure out who he is…
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