Today is my dad's birthday.
And being the fabulous, wonderful daughter I am,
I did nothing.
No card. No meal. No gift.
Just a Happy Birthday this morning,
and an apology,
and a reminder that I did give him
the cutest grandson ever.
I'm a failure as a daughter.
My dad is awesome.
The best dad a girl could have ever hoped for.
And I think I'll be making dinner tomorrow.
And finding a late birthday card.
The good thing about dads?
They still love you even when you're rotten.