And now I live in what my dad has designated is "just like a dorm room." That identification was quickly deemed depressing by my mother and me, but I will admit, without my parents, I could not have made this transition.
My dad built shelves. Installed a new doorknob with a lock and was otherwise very handy, not something any of us, including himself, ever dreamed he could be.
He also bought me a ginormous bag of dark chocolate M&Ms. What a good dad!
...more on this later...
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