Reasons My Father is the Sweetest Man on this Earth
So my dad has yet again just proved his total sweetness. I seriously feel like I am about 14 years old and don't mind one bit. When I come home from school for holidays/summer I think my dad forgets that I am 21 and have been living on my own for 2 years. I go back to being his baby daughter, and dirty secret... I love it!
Reasons just from tonight as to why he is super sweet:
I got off my first shift bartending tonight and go downstairs. Since I have been living in a makeshift bed room in the basement, I have been sleeping on a futon with some spare blankets. As a student, this is not a big deal to me! Hell, if I even have a mattress to sleep on I'm set. Not to daddy-o, no way! So I come downstairs, wander into my room. These are the following new things that super cute father got at Ikea for me to make my room more "liveable":
- new sheets and comforter
- new little bright pink fuzzy blanket (so I have my own "TV lounging" blanket he says)
- new ligth fixture (Because he didn't wnat me to have to wake up in the morning and look at bare bulbs)
- new hook on the back of my door with brand new fuzzy extremely girlie towel ("the boys won't steal that one from you!" - heaven forbid I use towels everyone else does!)
- new roman blinds
- a fun little moveable storage closet thing (by the way, I did laundry today and had to leave it in the dryer to go to work, he had folded it and put it on the shleves)
Final totally precious thing- he brought my laptop downstairs, plugged it into the speakers and put it on jazz so I'd have something nice to come home to. Seriously, could my father be any sweeter. I wnat to think up something extremely nice to do for him.