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Charlie-isms

In honor of my dad’s 73rd birthday, here are some of his finer words of wisdom:

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Yelled to my sisters and I first thing on Saturday mornings.

“Patience is a virtue.” Whatever.

“Jennifer Rebecca….” That meant go to my room. Quickly.

“Sitting in a chair, twirling a whistle and working on your tan is not stressful. Quit complaining.”

“Always ask for extra malt.” When ordering a malt at Baskin Robbins.

“If you don’t find a summer job by Friday, Popeye’s is hiring. I’ll fill out the application for you.”

“You missed a spot.” Yelled at me from the deck when I mowed the lawn.

“Jennifer, you can do many things. But under no circumstances should you major in sociology. You are the most unempathetic person I know.” Good call.

“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” Also a Billy Ocean song.

“Easy Money…” His name for an individual whose name he forgot.

“Nothing good happens after 11:30 p.m.” Which is why this was my curfew until high school graduation.

“There’s a ham sandwich on the table.” My dad believed BBQ healed a broken heart.

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