Dad's Home

I've been watching M*A*S*H. on Netflix. For those who have never seen it, it is an old television show about a medical unit in The Korean War. It is also about (mostly) charming married men who find love in the arms of nurses. If your significant other is deployed, I would not recommend watching this show.

My husband is not deployed, and he bares a remarkable resemblance to the dashing surgeon known as Hawkeye. Hawkeye was always my favorite. The writers do a good job of making him smart, cynical, and witty. Who wouldn't love him?

Every single time the title sequence plays, I think,"Dad's home!" Even when I watch multiple episodes in a row.

My dad would come home, put his hard-hat and lunchbox beside the refrigerator in the kitchen, and then sit on his chair eating cheese and salsa (I've already tried it. Gross), and watched MASH.

As a girl, I remembered the guy in the dress, the nerdy guy with a teddy bear, Hot Lips, and Hawkeye. All the infidelity went right over my head, and I didn't realize that Hawkeye was hilarious. I just new he was nice to watch. I also didn't realize the man in dresses didn't enjoy wearing dresses. He seemed to like it from where I was sitting.

I married a milder, more religious, sober, and accountancy version of  Hawkeye, am mother to a 4 year old Hot Lips, and became the cheerleader of guys in dresses everywhere.

"Dad's home!"

Cheers to you dad.


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