Impulse purchase. Unusual. Good flavor. Unusual. Would drink again.
I have truly enjoyed the Dad anecdotes from the past few days on Twitter. I laughed a lot and cried a little bit. All in the name of dads.
I wanted to compile a list of all of the dad-est things my dad has ever done and it all comes to the last 24 hours:
- He saw a bird while he was driving, so he wrote down a description of it in a notebook that he keeps in his lunch box so he wouldn’t forget to tell me and Andrea about it.
- He emailed me his research notes about buying a pair of hiking boots.
- I emailed him Mallory’s tweet about dads being a gift and his response was ” :) .”
And we must not forget when he bought me and Andrea the straight up ugliest and biggest backpacks in the history of huge gross backpacks before we left for college. When they arrived, he just shrugged “they will fit your laptops.” I still use it (it does fit a lot of stuff), but boy is that thing a disaster.
The last page of my book made me cry so hard that I’m going to Chipotle, getting burrito bowls for Michelle and myself, eating them in a parking lot and hoping my day will reset itself.
I do not care if you think I am beautiful. Your feedback or evaluation isn’t needed. I also do not care if you think I am not beautiful. Your feedback or evaluation isn’t needed there either. If you leave a comment on this column about how you don’t like my haircut, or don’t think I’m that pretty anyway so how did this story even happen, that tells me that you have a problem with control.
That’s where feedback and evaluation come from—a feeling that you have been wronged and that something should be done to better suit your tastes.