Enjoyable Memory-Sweet Revenge

So I've been slightly disgruntled with my dear father-in-law Jim for a few days. I was sad to learn he had been in our lovely hometown with our sweet sister Rainee a while back and neglected to come visit the cutest grandkids in the world. I won't mention the best daughter-in-law ever though, I don't want to hurt feelings. As I was grumbling to James about this he reminded me of an enjoyable moment from The Annals of Sellick History. It made me feel a tiny bit better. Here's to you Jim!

When James and I were dating, I'm guessing possibly engaged, I was at their home having a fine visit with my beloved. We were probably making out or some other such behavior. I come to this conclusion because it was quite late at night when we emerged from the basement and came creeping up the creaky stairs. We heard a small commotion and as we rounded the corner their stood my soon-to-be-father-in-law mid-flight, in nothing but his G's, with a sandwich in his hand. Even by the light of the stove I could see him blush a million shades of red. He gave us a crooked, shy smile and scuttled off to his bedroom.

I have to interrupt the story to tell you I love that crooked, shy smile. He gets it when he feels embarrassed or has told a good joke and is hoping I find it just as funny as he does. This smile showed itself the day he was trying to compliment me on my hair and told me I looked 'fast'. After seeing my reaction he tried other such savory adjectives like 'streamlined' and 'jaunty'. He finally gave up and told me I looked nice. He was a little flustered. I'm hoping the word he was looking for was 'classy'. I also like that smile, because both of his sons have inherited it. It's pretty much a Sellick thing.

Anyway-James and I laughed and laughed thinking about this poor man and the age old choice he was faced with. It's not much different than the choice Sophie had to make. Food or dignity? Safety and concealment or satisfying a late night growling stomach? He was torn, which was shown by his stretch across the kitchen. Half of his body was recovering from his reach to get at his sandwich and the other half of his body was anxiously trying to get out of that kitchen as quick as he could. He however remained true to form, chose the sandwich and imprinted upon his son's young girlfriend the picture of him in his unawares. I think I had him all figured out in that one moment.

Now to the revenge portion of this yarn...Jim if you ever visit my neck of the woods again and fail to present yourself on my front steps I will pull from my memory every embarrassing and silly story I know about you and post them on this blog for all the world (few as they may be) to read. Trust me, there are dozens of stories...that too is pretty much a Sellick thing.