Have I already used this as a title? Title issues, I swear.
I like to make bets with my dad. I do it a lot. They're usually harmless, like 99% harmless. Generally a bet gets made when one of us thinks the other is like SO WRONG, and those actually have some stake in them. But I also like to make him eat vegetables for money, and of course, we bet on sports.
On Super Bowl Sunday, Illinois was playing Northwestern, and with less than 1 minute to go, Illinois was down 4. I bet dad that Illinois would win. We shook on it, which means a bet is a bet is a bet, apparently even when you slap hands, give knucks, secret handshake, whatevs. For the record, he shook with his left and I shook with my right, that would confuse anyone making a bet, right? Anyway, I thought I was supposed to get points, points weren't given, so I assumed the bet as null. Wrong. Bud hounded me the rest of the night for his money.
"You owe me 5 bucks." "Where is my money?" "Where is my 5 dollars?"
I kept telling him the bet wasn't real. Well, good ol' Wes just informed me, we shook on it, and when you shake, it means... say it with me... a bet is a bet is a bet. Then I said to him, what I just said to you. He wasn't sold.
Today, I tried to get Bud to eat a carrot. A portion of this carrot had a nasty greenish, brownish ring around it. I just asked him to eat that part, it wasn't like I asked him to eat the WHOLE carrot. If he ate the dirty part of the carrot, I would give him $5. He refused. He said, "I don't come through on bets." Which I took very personally!
"But I DO come through on bets, I thought Sunday's bet wasn't realllllllllllll! C'mon DAAAAAAAAAAD."
That's how it went.
He kept saying no to the carrot.
Bud swears cucumbers will kill him, also bell peppers. Which is why I try to give him money to eat veggies. The stakes have gotten pretty high, I've offered upwards of $50. He almost did it for $50, but I chickened out. Because I didn't want him to die!!
And because I didn't have $50...
So, I'm starting to keep notes. "Bets With Bud" And then I'm going to share all the bets I make with my Dad right here. By the way, my car is ready at the dealership, I got a new latch for my hatch, if you recall... I emailed Dad to let him know my car was ready, his response...
"$5 for a ride to pick it up!!!"
IT. IS. ON.
Happy Wednesday! OMG it's OMGW!