Tuesday, June 9, 2009

how did your parents meet?

I always knew that my parents met in a pub, and I thought that was as bogan as it got.

But I never knew the whole story, so I asked, and instantly regretted it. Coz it made me feel like the daughter of a moron.

So my mum was in this pub called The Big O with a couple of her friends, right? And my dad comes up to her and asks her to dance. Mum says 'yes', but while dad was asking her, someone moved the bar stool behind him, so when he turned around to walk to the dance floor, he tripped over it.

In short, my parents met in a pub, and my dad fell over a bar stool.

What a lovely gorgeous story to tell my children.

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