Aug. 6th, 2005
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Aug. 6th, 2005 03:08 pmI miss my Dad. My dad is the only person in my life that I can drag to an art fair and show all the things that I love and discuss all the things I like and dislike and not feel like I am inconveniencing him. He won't whine about being hot. He won't bitch about wanting to leave or "My feet hurt" or any number of other random things.
I suppose I miss being able to drag him off to the art museum too. He's the only person I've ever gone with that I didn't feel rushed through. I haven't done that in a long time. There are things here that I want to go do and places I want to see and want someone to go with me.
I suppose I miss being able to drag him off to the art museum too. He's the only person I've ever gone with that I didn't feel rushed through. I haven't done that in a long time. There are things here that I want to go do and places I want to see and want someone to go with me.