So there's this guy I like to call Dad

Home for the long weekend with my two dogs and my dad.
Everyone went home and I said there's no place I'd rather be.
After a failure of a movie yesterday and all day studying today, my good old pops made me dinner. Salmon....mmmmm and I made the salad. We sat at the cute little table in our kitchen and chatted about life and religion and how the hell our world got to this state of anger and hatred. If I find myself a guy like my dad I would be so lucky. He's just such a well rounded good guy and I'm incredibly lucky to have him as a father for I feel he has made me a good person too (not to say my mom didn't help with that too). I always talk about him to my friends as my little fashion bug father who likes shopping more than I do :) but he's more than that. I think one of the most annoying thing about men is their ego and while it's practically impossible to overcome that my dad is an incredibly humble person who realizes he's like everyone else in that he has faults as well. I love you dad even with your crazy hair and bandannas!
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