WHIPLASHED

Today, I decided to stay home and be mellow due to my healing neck. Dr. says it was whip lash. How I got it- I will never know.
This gave me the opportunity to closely observe my parents and the way they carry on as a couple at home when no one is around.
My dad loves my mom and literally worships her. My mom loves him tons but he's definitely the one who outwardly loves her more. They were putting this outdoor cooler together- strike that- he was supervising her.
My mom basically walks around cleaning and organizing things. My dad walks around the backyard in awe of it. He has this look on his face like he's the luckiest man alive. He occasionally puts the hose in the pool and checks the temp.
When he gets hot enough- he at 57 - dives off of the diving board, and swims across the pool-His string bean body barely making a splash. "Wow" I think to myself, my dad rules. He's cool as shit. He gets out of the pool and plops down on the lounge next to me. He says he wants to see me dive bec he doesn't believe I can. I remind him that 12 yrs of day camp in the summers taught me the skill. A moment of silence lapses then he tells me that my music stinks. "Got any beatles" sure, I say.
Suddenly he nudges me and says "Look at your mother" where? I say...
He points to the outdoor ping pong table. My mom is windexing the table.
"That's your prize daddy" I say. He nods "yep" and stares at her as she covers the table with a tarp- mind you, its 90 degrees and sunny outside with not a cloud in sight.

The end.

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