Pretty much no matter how mad my dad is, I can squish my face like a moron, say I’m a fish, and he’ll smile.
In case you’re wondering why he’s so mad, here you go:
Was going to write about our trip to the hospital to see Lionel last night, but having repeated this story about half a billion times by now, I just didn’t feel up to it.
Don’t worry, the Hot Australian is okay. And his wife is freaking awesome.