Dad had been in the kitchen
all day,
I figured he was trying out one of his new
“To die for”
recipes.
Usually very seasoned
With rosemary
And Italian seasoning
And drenched in
Busch beer.
Then he sent an important text
to our family group chat
“Lam Fam”
telling my little brother to
“come outside”
so my brother got up
and sighed
knowing he wasn't
gonna get any help from us
Lam girls.
The my dad sent out another text
telling us
“girls, get your makeup and hair done and put on something nice”
so we all got to it
and my sister invited her
once relevant
boyfriend
and we headed outside.
As we walked through the kitchen
we could smell the zucchini pizzas
which made our stomachs ache with hunger.
We walked outside
and saw my dad had strung out
christmas lights from our trees.
Then there was a table
with candles
and fresh picked flowers around it
and in the middle was our
recently deceased
Dishwasher
Spread out
and we all giggled
because we weren't quite sure what exactly was going on.
Then my dad informed us
we were having a funeral
for our beloved whirlpool,
and the dinner was to
“mourn” our great loss.
We all had to take
pictures
around the
dishwasher
and we all knew
that they were going
on facebook.
Other than the loss of our
dishwasher
it was a great evening
With all of us
Sitting by the
crackling fire pit
in our low dollar
walmart lawn chairs.