I can choose to appreciate all the wonderfully anti-social, predominantly ginger related things my father does.
that’s this one:
not this one:
I choose to do this by NOT bringing my children up to scream in your face all afternoon 🙂
because that’s the best present ever.
I also choose not to contact father dobby at all.
because im a grown woman who can make that decision,
because I have a father whom I do loves muchly and it dosnt happen to be him.
because I feel like I fancy the argument tomorrow.
and because I generally don’t give a fuck.
I have a dad whos clothed/fed/loved me for 17 so years now and as far as im concerned hes the only one.
happy Fathers Day you ginger cookie monster.
I love you Da 🙂