My cat (not my dad) in front of furniture that my dad has helped me move (books included) from apartment to apartment without complaint 900 (or so) times.
Father’s Day has passed this year, but as any child of an ultra-helpful dad can attest, dads (as well as the lessons they’ve taught us) deserve appreciation all year long. My dad couldn’t give a flying flip about what color the walls are, whether the couch goes with the rug or what kind of flooring is the kitchen. But what he lacks in caring about aesthetics, he has more than made up for in teaching me about how to take care of a home — and they’re lessons that have saved me a lot of headache (and heartache) in my life.
