Thursday, February 14, 2008

Thursday I don't care about you / It's Friday, I'm in love

My dad woke me up this morning with a call to check in on me in all my sickliness and after convincing him that I'm not that sick and that I'm old enough to take care of myself, this conversation occurred:
Dad: So, are you expecting any chocolates or flowers today from guys?
Me: Uh... no...
Dad: What?! None of those guys you work with or have done projects with are getting you anything???
Me: (nervous laughter) No... well, my best friend Devon is sending me flowers from Albania...
Dad: Alright, tell all those guys to line up in front of the store in Compton... In their underwear! I'm going to kick their ass!
Me: Uh...
Dad: Don't make me round them up!
Me: (nervous laughter) Alright dad. I love you.
Dad: Happy Valentine's Day. I love you!

My dad is the greatest.
I would love to see his 55-year old self kick some 20-something ass.
(And for any of you who thinks he wouldn't do it, you don't know my dad. Where do you think I get my fighting spirit from?)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hahahaha.... hey you tell your dad I got you chocolate covered strawberries! Sucks that you are sick and didn't show up:(

quan said...

don't worry bout being sick. you could make AIDS attractive .... which could come in handy if you ever did any political work in Africa .... or with Michelle Acosta ....

-quan