I am torn between my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday post and posting a profound thank you to my father, in honor of Father’s Day. Well, I am poised with the back of one wrist on my forehead because although my father deserves the most profound and thankful of posts, I just don’t know how capable I am of writing such a post.
I really have the most wonderful father. When I was a little, little girl, I thought he was funny enough to be a comedian on TV, because when we were watching Underdog and they would sing, “Unnnderdog!” my Dad would sing, “Unnderwear!” As the years went on, I had no reason to revise my opinion. My father is funny as all get out. My whole family has a lot of laughs when we get together.
My father is also highly skilled at many things. His hobby is restoring classic cars. Come to think of it, I need to bring my Tablet to his house, take some pictures and do a blog post about some of his projects. Dad is also a craftsman when it comes to painting and hanging paper, among other household improvements. He has offered to help me with my poor house, although first I have to clean, and let us not contemplate that revolting necessity.
I will also mention that I seek advice from my father in many situations. Remember when you were a teenager and you thought you knew everything and your parents were woefully ignorant? Boy were we wrong! Actually, I think I always knew my Dad knew more than me, at least about some things. Now I know, it’s A LOT OF THINGS!
I guess I can’t be as profound as my Dad deserves, but I can say, I love you, Dad. Thank you for being you.