Farty Taco

Yup, you read it right. My dad came up with this lovely character a year or two ago when we were visiting my snowbird parents in their rental apartment in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. He has invented an entire backstory to Farty. He’s married, vacations in Cancun, and is having some trouble holding down a job.

For my entire childhood my Dad has made up the most ridiculous stories. He concocts plans such as asking my little brother if he wanted Barney the Dinosaur at his Bar Mitzvah party when he was four years old and pulling that knowledge back out and having his best friend complete this plan…at age thirteen…in front of all his thirteen year old friends.

I have inherited this wacky part of my Dad. Every time a kid visiting my house asks for a glass of water I tell them we have run out or that it’s illegal to have water in our town as of five minutes before they ask. I search the clearance rack for the most ridiculous outfits and wear them with pride. I can’t help myself. It’s a compulsion…if there is something that I think is funny I have to say it or do it.

So next time you come to my house and I’m wearing my blue sweatshirt overalls, cat shirt, toe socks and flip flops and you ask me for a glass of water…be warned, I’ll probably tell you we are fresh out.