So I would like to say that the day went off without a hitch, but then I'd be lying... you see, I decided to do a cute craft and it called for spray paint. I should have learned from my friend Holly to be suspicious of spray paint that's been in the garage for a few years. Here's what happened to my hand (thankfully not my left one!)
Kyle said I looked like I was trying out for the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. But, after much time spent scrubbing and soaking my hand in nail polish remover, all was good ;)
I would like to give a shout out of praise to all the men I know, and love, that are awesome daddys! I love this day because I love to think about all of the amazing fun things I did with my dad growing up- building model rockets and shooting them off, building remote control cars, popping off those little baggies filled with gun powder (I assume that's what it was), spending lots of time at our grandma's cabin, and other copious amounts of memories!
Not to say that times didn't get 'iffy' between my dad and me (does that word really even justify it, Dad?). I mean seriously, a teenage girl and a grown man trying to understand her? That's why I tell Kyle that one day, Abby is going to realize just how much she really loves him (although I suspect she does now, she just doesn't know how to show it)- despite her current, angry shouts of "No toucha me, Daddy!" and "Let go me!". I really don't know if he hears too much else from her right now...
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