Today is my Dad's birthday. He does not read my blog, unless I am there to "get on the internet thing" and show him "how the hell to go down the page." Occassionally, he has his secretary email me with a request to print out my blog posts for him to read. "The good ones, not the crap."
So Dad, if you ever read this, Happy Birthday. Thank you for teaching me to mistrust Republicans, hate hotel art, keep an extra pair of fleece pants in the back of my car, (in case I need to go on a walk!) love God, and serve others.
After all that, teaching me to swear like a sailor with tourettes is just a bonus.
I'm your girl,