|illustration by matt blease|
Ten bad daughter points for me today for not sending my dad a Father's Day card. He has moved to France and I don't have his address - good enough excuse? Probably not.
One of my earliest memories of my dad is him carrying me home from McDonald's on his shoulders. He made me laugh so hard that I wet myself. On his shoulders. Grosse. This story still makes me laugh. Not quite hard enough to wet myself. Just.
Happy Father's Day dad. Love you.