I was so caught up in cramps and job hunting I tots forgot:

I called my dad on Father’s Day for obvious reasons, and when he picked up the phone he sang to me the opening number to Book of Mormon (mixing up the names and words, calling him Elmer Price for example lol) out of tune, then asked how my day was and then went on a 30 minute spiel about how he was blessed to have me as a daughter and how being my dad was the best thing that ever happened to him.

All before I could get three words in of “Happy Father’s Day”

My dad is the best guy in the world, and while I do feel bad I have what a lot of people don’t, that’s not stopping me from being proud that he’s my father and saying so on Tumblr.