Friday, May 03, 2013

Reminds me of my 18th birthday.....

.....When Pops woke me up at 5 AM and said "Happy birthday, Boy. Have a job by the time I get home or get the fuck out."
I got a job.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I call it the "18/90" plan......when you turn 18 you've got 90 days to get the fuck out. We were very lenient with the youngest; by the time he was 19 and wouldn't get a job or wash a dish we gave him 2 weeks to do one or the other or we would put his ass on the street.........he wouldn't and we did. The look on his face was priceless! As much as it hurt us to do it it must have been the right thing to do for him though; it's 4 years later and he's got a wife and a good job and we've got a beautiful grand baby girl!