Aha.

So Dad is here (he flew in Sunday night) and we’ve had some great suppers (beef rib roast and Mom’s flied chickie) and some great laughs (always plenty to be had with him) but no good pictures. In fact, he’s been working his tail off since he got here.

Mostly for me.

Er…

completely for me.

Every Dad should be like him.

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I’ve included a couple shots I took today of Dad helping me put John’s golf clubs on Craigslist. We’re on the whole PURGE program … and Craigslist is a great incentive. I mean, why not make $50? Or in this case, a little bit more?

SERIOUSLY. HOW did we accumulate so much stuff???

I cringe to tell you this – but since no one but close friends and family ever read this godforsaken cluster of my thoughts…I will go ahead and admit that I actually put dirty cat travel kennels on the curb the other morning and someone wanted to take them. She, maaaaaybe 22, sporting low ponytails, and adorably cute, jumped out of her little car and says:

“Ma’am?”

(At nearly 40, I suppose I should get used to this…)

“Um… are you going to use these? I mean, are these ok to take?”

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(People, I admit it…a little Devil on my shoulder wanted to just say “Go for it!”)

….hmmmm.

….ahem.

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{Sigh.}

In the end, I just couldn’t. I had to tell her that one of the cats had tinkled in one of them.

I cringed…thinking she’d see me for the horrible old crazy Dr. Seuss “One-Fish-Two-Fish”-yellow-and-blue shorts and ratty-gray-tank-top-messy-hair-I-am-a-Saturday-garage-cleaner Lady I’ve become.

But she didn’t.

Instead?

“That’s ok! I’ll clean it!”

Bouncy ponytails – Can-Do attitude.

There’s hope for America, Folks.