I am a good daughter.
I might be snide and obnoxious. I might reply sarcastically and roll my eyes from time to time. But I am a good daughter.
I always remember birthdays and Father's Day and Mother's day. I do odd jobs without being asked. I fold clothing that doesn't belong to me. I trade cars so vehicles other than my own can get fixed.
I just want that on the record.
Dad went hiking on the Knobstone Trail. And when he got there, the trail kicked him around like a gangly freshman facing off against the whole varsity football team. That trail was really something, and unfortunately, Dad wasn't. He tells the whole story here.
At the last leg of the trail, Dad left his pack behind. And when he came back for it...it wasn't there anymore.
But that isn't all. Early this morning he left for Colorado--
And something so hilarious happened, that I cannot stop laughing.
Unfortunately, Dad told Mom that he didn't want me talking about it on the blog. Or on Facebook. Which is tragic. Because it is the BEST STORY EVER.
So there is only one recourse. One thing that YOU can do to ensure that this story GETS TOLD.
My dad has a blog. You, if you are so inclined, can go to his blog and leave a comment on his latest post telling him that he needs to let me tell you what happened. He hasn't been getting tons of hits on his blog, because it is so new, so if you impress him by commenting, he'll realize that THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW. You can also, if you're a member of our church or a friend of Dad's on Facebook, go harass him on Facebook or by texting him your requests. Feel free to completely spam his blog, Facebook, and phone if you have the capability.
I leave this all in your capable hands.