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I love my father.
Really, really I do. He's a wonderful, loving, nifty guy.
But let me illustrate a point.
I have a Big Yellow Painting. I cannot hang it myself, so Dad offered to make the trip down here to help me. Yay! He's on time this afternoon, even! And says, "Hey, before we get started, I have a couple of things to pick up at Wal-Mart. Do you mind?" Nope, sez I.
A 'couple of things' end up being his entire Christmas List, and I've only /just/ been released back into the comfort of my home. And, of course, the picture? Did not get hung.
It was fun, do not get me wrong. But, Daaaaad.
But let me illustrate a point.
I have a Big Yellow Painting. I cannot hang it myself, so Dad offered to make the trip down here to help me. Yay! He's on time this afternoon, even! And says, "Hey, before we get started, I have a couple of things to pick up at Wal-Mart. Do you mind?" Nope, sez I.
A 'couple of things' end up being his entire Christmas List, and I've only /just/ been released back into the comfort of my home. And, of course, the picture? Did not get hung.
It was fun, do not get me wrong. But, Daaaaad.