I love my dad. He's the best dad a guy could ask for. Always helps me out when he can, treats us and my mom respectfully, always worked hard to provide a good life for us. But he is a little too religious for me.
In his truck he was listening to American Family Radio. I couldn't believe how full of propaganda it all was... that's all it sounded like to me. Religious people using the correct religious terms for stuff, advertisements for stopliberaljudges.com, promos like "We've always been focused on families" and crap like that... ugh.
And what's with Christian music and hymns - why do they stick in your head so easily? Is that on purpose? Gah.
I went up to the bedroom to drop off Tandra's car keys. She was still sleeping, with a sweater pinned up over the window and a washcloth over her eyes. We talked for a couple minutes. My favorite line:
Me: "Are we getting married?"
Her: "As soon as I get rid of this headache."