A tribute to father's everywhere.
I don't know about you guys, but I have the best dad in the world, so I suppose that means everyone else has the second best dad. Sorry about that.
Anyway, it's father's day, and I couldn't think of a better way to show my dad how much I love and appreciate him by praising him on my blog. We're talking about a man that will bend over backwards to help anyone, and especially his little girl with whom he's been through multiple renovation projects, book signing tours and the unforgettable teenage years.
I love my dad not for what he can do for me, but often for his ridiculously warped sense of humour, the fact that he must have a frozey cup of milk before bed, he sneaks chocolate in the middle of the night (yes, I've seen you), and he eats eggs with marmalade. Gross, right?
He has a bell on his bag so he can sound like Santa Clause when he walks around, he's secretly addicted to Instagram, and he has this crazy ability of being able to pick out an outfit for me before I go out and have me leave the house looking like a supermodel.
Everything apparently pairs well with barbecue sauce, cereal is his go-to meal if mum doesn't cook dinner, but most of all - he loves me, the craziest notion of all, since I know I'm a giant pain in the ass.
Through thick and thin you've been there for me, and though I may not say it often enough, I love your guts, dad - Happy Fathers Day!