My dad stopped by this morning, and when I say stopped by I mean stopped by. We didn't even hug. He called first to ask if I'd still be home in a bit to receive a Giant Eagle gift card. I would be and in my sweats I might add. Uh ... he told me to salt my steps or the mailman would fall. My only complaint with that is the grocery store's placement of its salt display--it's like on your way out the door--you see it after you've paid. Anyway, I predicted he'd say something or I'd say something first about needing to salt. Big woop for us. We're both seer hobbyists.

Then he said that his space heater, the one he swore by and told me to buy but I didn't, is crap and runs constantly.

And finally, he said he's got to switch banks because there's a 'skank' lady working at this Ohio Savings, with 'greasy; dirty blond;' shoulder-length hair, he motioned, and 'filthy; yellow nails,' who coughed all over the money she counted out to him.

And ... we said goodbye. I would'a just told him if the kids weren't fine.

My job is to be true to myself and sort this stuff out artistically and that's it. I love him.