Sunday, June 20, 2010
A Story About My Dad, and Moose
It was fantastic. Now fast forward the better part of a decade. My parents were in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, near where my brother will be working this summer. In the middle of the day, I get a phone call--it's my dad.
"Kelly!" He shouts--my dad is pretty much always shouting--"Kelly, guess what we just saw!"
"Was it a moose?" I asked. They were in Wyoming. It was a fair guess.
"It was a M-M-M-M-M-M-MOOOOOOOSE!"
It's moments like that which confirm that I am most definitely my father's daughter. We're just too weird to be related to anyone else.
Happy Father's Day, Pop!