A typical family exchange
Spending the weekend with my family (parents, sister and brother-in-law, and human and canine niece) before leaving for The Submit Pit tomorrow. Today at lunch, we had one of those conversations that I'm going to miss, and that probably explains a lot about me.
Note: My parents are happily retired on a golf course in Sebring, FL, but they were born and raised in New Jersey, as were my sister and I. And my brother-in-law is from Buffalo. So our humor has a little bit of an edge to it, which has gotten me into trouble in the midwest. Anyway, as context, my father refers to their retirement community as "God's waiting room."
Here was the conversation:
Dad: We put the house in your mother's name.
Dad: To even out the assets. I had more in my retirement accounts than she does.
Mom: When the paperwork went through, I told him to start packing.
Me: Yeah, Dad, if Mom lets you stay, you won't be able to complain if she decides to have wild parties.
Dad: I don't care. I'll be dead.