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Friday Family History: Happy Birthday to my Father-in-Law

Last week was my birthday; today is my father-in-law's.  I received a gift in the mail from my in-laws, and it made me smile even before I opened it.  I failed to take a photo of the packaging. (When will I ever learn I need to always take pictures?)  I'll attempt to give you an idea:


Yes, it appeared that I was receiving a toilet seat for my birthday. 

Now, I'm a very practical person, and would not be offended at all with a gift of a toilet seat, but I was pretty sure that I would not find a toilet seat inside the box.  I was also chuckling when I imagined my father-in-law suggesting the box.

John's dad loves to joke.  His answer to the question, "Soup or salad?" at restaurants is always, "I don't need a super salad.  A regular one will be fine."  

I couldn't match his creativity when I mailed his gift to him, but I did my best by using Transformers gift wrap.  Oh, by the way, my present was not a toilet seat--it was a beautiful art piece depicting a pioneer scene.  

John's dad's ancestors left England in the 1800s, sailed to America, then pushed handcarts across the plains to Utah.  My father-in-law demonstrates the same tenacity as those pioneers, and though he doesn't use a handcart, he enjoys hiking in the mountains of Utah.


(or, in this case, the mountains of Colorado)



Happy birthday, Dad!


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Thanks for great in-laws!

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  1. Sounds like your father in law in a fun person to hang out with!! Soup-er salad I'll have to remember that one when I go to a restaurant too funny!
    I hope he has a wonderful birthday!!!

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  2. Glad he was able to put a smile on your face....he sounds awesome... I miss my father in law!

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  3. How blessed you are to have a father-in-law who can make you laugh like that.

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  4. I love people with a sense of humor! Makes life so much more fun.

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  5. Sounds like a great pa-in-law. I never got to meet mine. I am glad you have such a wonderful person in your life. They are like gold.

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