My father this week has been having some physical problems. First it was bloody nose, then he cut his hand bad washing a pot, then he hurt his lower back and can't walk or sit or get up. He is in his seventies. So he is finally letting me take out the trash. My dad is cute this way. He won't let me garden because he doesn't want my nails to be full of dirt. He won't let me take out the trash because it's heavy and he sees it as a man's job not a girl. He is classic this way. I have a wonderful, fun, sweet, loving father.
