Ma pops!

So, my dad has been coming over to visit me (and the rad men's ministry over here) on the 1st weekend of each month. This is heaven to me because for 1 weekend every month, I get my old music and movie critic friend back. Last weekend, we went downtown, ate some good potato and bacon pizza at the Pie Hole, had dessert at Goody's in Hyde Park, wen to the Flying M to see their Valentine's Art Show, and then ended the evening watching a French movie at Flicks. I loved every minute of it, but the best quote of the weekend occurred as we were walking past Urban Outfitters on our way to The Flicks. Here it is, from the man himself:

"If you can't tear your own jeans up, there's something wrong with you."

It wasn't a part of our conversation at all. We were talking about something completely different and then right outta' the blue after having looked at the store front displays when we walked by he made this comment and then continued on in conversation. I laughed... out loud... a lot. (and secretly was so thankful that I've never bought a pair of ripped jeans).

He really is quite an intelligent man. I just put this photo up here so that those of you who have paid for someone else to tear up your jeans can feel a little better about the whole situation. Happy Valentine's Day!