Starting to get excited about the house being finished. We have less than a month left. But what I was thinking about this morning was how I wish my dad was here to see it.
I can see him now. He would come to visit, walking around with no socks on and a pair of jeans hanging off his tail with the cracks of his tail showing, laying around on the bed, on the computer listening to gospel music, getting cookie crumbs in the bed and wasting pop on my carpet. Then I would look at him and say, "When you leavin'?!?"