I’m pretty much the epitome of a Daddy’s Girl. Always have been, and I make no apologies for it. If you’ve ever met the big hunk of wonderful that is my dad, you’ll understand why.
Anyway, it’s his birthday today, and I stayed home sick from work today, and I fell back to sleep after I called in so I missed him before he went in to work. I left him a message, but I’m sorta bummed out that I didn’t get to talk to him.
Happiest Birthday, Daddy. I love you lots.
