Sunday Ritual

So, for reasons beyond my ability to understand, dad gets up every Sunday before sunrise and Mallory-rise and goes for a "long run." I have no idea how far he goes, but lord knows he does not look good when he gets back! And, every time when he gets back from his run, he grabs all the ice in the house, fills the tub with cold water, dumps the ice in, and slowly - screaming the whole way - lowers himself in....no one said the guy was smart.

So, over the last few months, I've been watching from the floor and laughing at him...but this past Sunday I decided to see what it was all about and demanded that me and my plastic chicken be allowed to take part in this ice bath...but from a distance.

So, we sat on the edge and watched as dad winced and complained while sitting in the water....no sure why he insists on doing this if it's such a pain!

Finally, after hearing enough of his complaining, I grabbed the sprayer and was getting ready to spray him, when he reached up and grabbed me and made me stand in the water...COLD! I screamed like a baby girl....which I think was appropriate...but damn....I think from now on I'll stick to watching and snickering from outside the tub.