When driving, I mutter and mumble about other drivers' lack of skills and use an antiquated vocabulary particular to people who grew up in a certain place and time. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," pops out of my mouth most often. "Nitwit," the ultimate insult, is reserved for the person who cuts across four lanes of traffic without signaling.
I prefer to watch televised sports with the sound muted, Why? Some broadcasters are nitwits.
A cardigan sweater is a wardrobe staple.
The quintessential summer cocktail is a gin and tonic. I'd never make one for myself, though, and wouldn't ask my husband to make one for me. The world's best G&T is made by a particular individual.
The ultimate accolade for a restaurant, cafe, or bar is to call it "a good stop."
Oatmeal is the perfect breakfast food.
The best family vacations involve water: a lake, a pool, or the Jersey Shore.
When forecasters predict a storm, I make sure I have at least half a tank of gas in my car. If I have less, I drive to the station and fill 'er up.
The list above shows the influence of my dad, Joe O'Dea. His greatest gift may be that I, deep down, believe I'm his favorite--and my sisters and brother would say the same about themselves.
Happy Father's Day, Dad!