Today, I was sitting on my front porch and reminiscing on other 4th of July moments in my early lifetime. I remembered when I was around nine years old, and my Daddy was home for a change. At the time we were stationed at MacDill AFB (as my dad was a SAC commander back then, and that was a SAC base, aka know as the Strategic Air Command.) That base was in Tampa, Florida.
Anyway, Daddy piled all us into the station wagon, all ten of us children and we went off to see the fireworks at a local field. I sat up front with Daddy and my older sister who was as usual angry and agitated that she had to share 'shot gun seat status,' with me. She kept pushing me further and further towards Dad, and finally my Dad had enough of it. He said, to her, 'what the hell is wrong with you, leave your sister alone, she's not bothering you.' My sister replied, and called me by her chosen nick name for me, which my other brothers and sisters had picked up on recently.
She looked at me, and said, 'You mean 'Ms. Stupid?' 'All she ever does is ask stupid questions and all she ever asks about is why this, why that, and she never shuts up, and I'm sick of it.' My dad pulled the car over, and he was red in the face.
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