The Danger of Dating My Daughter

*from a letter to Katie January 2007

[You need to know that we live in a split level house.  When you come in the front door, you go up six steps to the dining room/kitchen, another six steps to the living room, six more to our bedroom and another six to the kids room and bathroom.  This also explains how I keep my weight down,]

Now even I have to admit that Hubby is a tad overprotective of his daughter.  I’m the one that has to argue with him every time we go to a weapons store that he cannot buy his daughter a tazer.

He’s scared so many boys off that there is one I only know from the MySpace pictures. 

You have to give Keagan props for braving the gauntlet he ran to have his [now, five year relationship] with the Mountain Man’s daughter.  He’s been patient, brave and I am thankful she has someone like him. He has no problem when Hubby orders them to leave the door open.  He makes sure she calls when they are going to be late and he never had a problem when early in their relationship he was threatened life and limb with a selection of weapons if he hurt our daughter.

Since Hubby feels more comfortable with Keagan sleeping over in the house when he knows that Keagan will have to get past our room and we have really squeaky floors; some mornings we will find Keagan asleep on our uncomfortable couch.

I’m sure Caitlin tried to prepare Keagan for life in our nuthouse but I don’t think anything could have prepared him for last night.

So it starts with the fact that Mountain Man made chili for dinner.  Being a courteous hubby he leaves the room to drop a gas bomb.  He also sleeps in the buff.

You see where this is going?

Middle of the night and Hubby jumps out of bed, hops outside, aims away from the bedroom door and lets it rip.

He was almost back to bed when we hear from the living room, “Oh My God!!  What the hell is that?”

Did you know men can blush with their whole bodies?