So this post is dedicated to my wonderful father, whose lap is always there for me to lounge on. Unless he’s traveling for work, or gone skiing, or cycling. But at least in summer when he goes away, he brings back salty sweat on his brow, which I can lap off his face. Ah, summer …
Unfortunately, I’ll never be a father. That was part of the deal when I was adopted. Snip, snip. It doesn’t mean I don’t have the urge. There’s Misty at my grandparent’s place. She’s pretty frisky. I just have to sneak outside when they’re not looking so I can get some action.
But today is about my Dad. Here’s a short movie I put together, with a bit of help from Mom.
