Here's the story . . .

. . . of a man not named Brady, who was busy with a mouthy daughter of his own.

So today is Father's Day, and I just wanted to use this as an opportunity to celebrate the wonder that is my dad. A man who put up with me for 18 years, and who still wants to call me and talk to me and have me come and visit, deserves a high award indeed.

I'm sure many people say this, but I do believe I have the greatest dad. He makes me laugh, guaranteed, every time I talk to him. He tells fascinating stories of his own unruly youth (admittedly, I've heard all of his stories, as he tends to repeat himself). He helps anyone he meets, and I don't think I've ever witnessed him be purposefully mean to anyone.

While he does not have access to this website--for obvious reasons--I will still take advantage of this to confer upon him the highest honor I can: my dad is better than Mike Brady. And he doesn't have the perm. Happy Father's Day, dad.