Dear Dad


I know you really hate it when I talk about you here on this blog, but I’m thinking that every daughter in North America could say the same thing and it’d be cool.

You taught me some stuff that’s come in handy. I know how to operate most power tools, tie a lure, and shoot a pistol. I can also chart a stock the old fashioned way and run a mile in a decent amount of time.

Mostly Dad, you told me to never drink cheap champagne. So as I stand here with your Granddaughter who is eating fresh fruit, tofu corn dogs, and most of my caviar, I think she got it from you Dad.

So thanks. I think. And can I borrow some money? Because feeding Jane is kinda expensive.

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4 responses to “Dear Dad”

  1. Ahhh… SoCal kids are the best aren’t they?
    Just as expensive as the real estate :)

  2. Beth says:

    Oh, I could so write this one. Well, not this exact one, but one very like it. My dad is both awesome and nuts at the same time. :)

  3. Jack says:

    Tofu corndogs and caviar. We ran away from the cossacks for this. Oy.

  4. Sherri says:

    Sounds just like my dad. I’m forwarding to him so he can see it wasn’t just him (and it’s not just me) ;)

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