Dear Spike:
Your mother and I sat down for dinner tonight. Nothing gourmet. Far from it in fact: we had salisbury steaks, tomatoes, peas and poutine.
The latter dish is a Canadian fast food staple consisting of french fries, cheese curds or mozzarella and gravy. I think the word "poutine" might mean "coronary" in French, but I'm not sure.
Before digging in, your mother considered the menu and asked: "Since we're eating Canadian tonight, does that give us foreign policy experience?"
I recognize that, by the time you're old enough to read this letter, this joke will have no relevance to you.
But tonight, it was damn funny.
Love,
dad
2 comments:
I think by "Sarah Barracuda's" standards, living in Utah gives you foreign policy experience...
Hugs,
K
Not just funny, it is freaking hilarious. I drove a car today; I'm an experienced NASCAR racer!
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