Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Random Thoughts

When I was in kindergarten, we were asked to draw a picture of our fathers. Family legend says my dad was part Indian (feather not dot)-I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know he had very dark skin compared to the rest of his brothers and sisters (different mothers, or so the story goes).

Anyway, I couldn't find or didn't have a brown crayon, so I used a black one. It made perfect sense to my little 5 year old mind. Everyone laughed at me, including the teacher. I remember coming home crying, and trying to hide the picture. My dad found it and said it was the best picture of himself he had ever seen.

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Beer is weird. I have noticed, in my 3 whole days of sobriety, that I have way more trouble getting up in the morning then I ever did when I was hungover. I'm sleeping so good, I don't want to get out of bed. I have more trouble falling asleep, but I have been sleeping like a ROCK.

2 comments:

wirecutter said...

Dad sounds like a winner.

LulaBelle said...

That was probably the only nice thing he ever did for me!