Happy Birthday Dad

Hi Dad! I know you don't read my blog, and I think we can all be honest here and say that is a good thing, but happy birthday to the man who heard, "I HAAAAAATE YOU!" every day between my 13th and 17th years of life. I don't hate you, I never did, but boy did I believe it when I tried to leave the house wearing cut off shorts so short the pockets hung out and you wouldn't let me. How dare you. Try to make me behave like a lady when it was so, not cool. And all those times you tried to protect me? The nerve. Or when you honked the horn near every car full of guys, yelled and pointed at my ducking head, "she thinks you're cute!"? I'll send you my therapy bill later. As for now, just have a happy birthday and remember, I am the fruits of your years of very tough labor. And though you probably did not get paid nearly enough, I am so grateful. Happy birthday.