Dear Daughter

Your Dad sucks! I told you I’d call you back last night and I failed miserably. I’d understand if it was you that sprayed painted this on the wall of some random building I found on the internet. Sorry, but my brain as been less then optimal this week.  I hope that my Life is Great because you will forgive me. I felt really bad about it when I remembered later at night and I do look forward to our little chats. Anyway, I hope you have a good day and that we can chat later?

I need a lesson here somewhere? Oh, yeah… so no one is perfect, people make mistakes and you should cut them some slack just as they should cut you some slack too. Blah, blah, blah,  stones, glass houses, move on. There!

Dad