Over the past 23 years of my life I’ve made quite a few messes. No mess as terrible as the BP oil spill, but let’s just say that I didn’t always make it easy for my parents when I was growing up.
I can remember a night where I had to create a diorama of a native american reservation and I hadn’t started it until the night before it was due. My dad sat with me the entire night (after he got home from work) and helped me glue dirt to the bottom of a shoe box and create little native american men. I can also remember the day before I started high school and swore that I had nothing to wear. My dad spent the entire day with me at the mall while I tried on every single outfit in the stores. Basically I was (and still sometime am) a huge pain in the butt growing up, but my dad is awesome and never lets me down.
So…
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! Love you!
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Whatta great Dad….
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