The GLUG (Ginormous Lime Green Unusual Gnat) has been twitching and whining for me to let him post another interview on my blog. He says since I never gave him the promised TV show in Oprah's time slot, I owe him.
Well, I don't think I owe him anything, but I am awfully tired of listening to him howl and bellow attached to my windshield wipers as I drive to and from work every day. Therefore, indulge the GLUG as he interviews my Dad. It was not my idea that he interview my father. I tried to convince the GLUG that my father was the last person he would want to interview. He should interview Ben, I suggested, my mother or Ace the Dog. But my father would give him nothing. My father is an engineer that only gets excited by bad puns or new developments in his field. He doesn't like interviews, isn't fond of insects and despises bellowing. Anyone who knows my father knows that he is extremely reticent.
The GLUG didn't listen. He insisted on an interview and demanded I post it immediately. For privacy reasons, my father will be called Dad and not his real name.
Enjoy ( if you can).
The Blonde Duck