My Dad & I

Everybody that knows my dad & I well... knows we have a love/hate relationship going on. Mostly love now… mostly hate through my various stages of growing up (interspersed with the occasional bouts of LIKE). You see, we are so much ALIKE, in so many ways, and so very DIFFERENT, in so many other ways, that we can go from laughing in close camaraderie together one minute to wanting to pull each other’s nasty hair out the next. Still, I LOVE my Dad. It’s just that… please, please, PLEASE… tell me I get my looks from my mom!

Author’s Note: This is not really my dad. In reality, my dad looks quite distinguished. Everybody knows that. This is just what my dad would look like, if, say, he was building a deck at the cottage on a very wet, humid day. This is what my dad would look like if he was insanely happy about said deck. Hypothetically.