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While I hope to be one some day, the trick is... well... not as straightforward as it looks on paper sometimes. For every her there is a him. Her first love. Even when everything is right, if it looks a little off, or sounds a little off? Yeah. But then... I resemble that remark. If I ever have daughters, Lord help the lad who thinks to win her hand, alive. So I do understand.
It's good to be king. Mostly. Princes and wannabes? Not so much. If you survive the rigors, the prize is both more and less than what you might have thought? Most likely. But then... you become king. Cheers?
My daddy always said he would greet any beau of mine
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Rifle, shotgun... Yea. Well, and even then, promise to take him hunting every year, after that, if it all works out, as far as I am thinking. Or at least... put that out there for thought fodder and sweat inducement. *grins*
ReplyDeleteOh, wait. I might end up having to go through that myself. Bleh.
Have you ever noticed... if a woman, or girl, says daddy, no one thinks another thing. But if I had called my dad daddy, he would have taken it serious and might have punched me, or at least given me some harsh looks? *laughs* Totally different thing.
ReplyDeleteMy dad tried to get me married! He... expected... things. Fooled him, but just barely. Saw that noose but it was quite tempting.
I don't know.. My brother and I both called our father daddy. But, as I have mentioned before, he died when I was 7 and my brother was 5. It's possible that my brother, perhaps I, would have grown out it.
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