To Dad, From Daughter

"Daaaaaad!", I bellowed, for the second time that evening...

Who would have believed that I couldn't live without my Dad- twice- in a twenty-minute span??

I had used every energy cell in my body trying to pry that jar lid open. And then it hit me.

Dad is here. I can ask him to open it, and then this will all be over.

Maybe some of you would rather cling to your "I can do it myself" philosophy, but this girl does not have any qualms about asking her Dad or brothers (or any man, for that matter) to open that stubborn jar lid! :)

I happily trotted to the basement and presented my jar in Dad's face. Words were probably not necessary, but I did vocalize my need. With one simple twist, the lid popped free.

After I loosened it drastically, of course. ;)

20 minutes later~

I brainlessly set the hot pan lid down on the stove-top. Well, it didn't seem like an obvious problem was looming over my head. Until I moved to retrieve the lid from off the stove-top.

In my defense, that was the Tightest vacuum-sealed lid EVER! I was embarrassed, and didn't want Dad to know what a silly thing I had done... so I yanked, pulled, and tried to slip a knife under to break the suction. Absolutely nothing would budge that baby off the stove.

That's when I called for Dad the second time that night.

At least he didn't make it look effortless this time:) (or make me look muscle-less!)

He did, I'm happy to say, finally get that silly lid to release its vice-grip.

Thanks, Dad, you're the best! Couldn't get by without you!

Oh, and Dad, as long as you're in the kitchen, this cabinet door needs to be fixed.... Thanks Dad!

He doesn't know how much we need him. :)

Love,

your daughter.