Runs in the Family

Sometimes I wonder why I am so strange, and then there are little things my father does that make me realize it is all his fault. A couple Christmases ago, I bought my dad a lovely squirrel shaped candle from Pottery Barn. He refuses to burn the squirrel, which is understandable. But now, every once in a while, I get strange picture text messages from him, showing the squirrel in compromising positions. Like this, for example which was sent with the caption " Squirrely got Bling." I think those are my mom's rings on squirrely's waxy little arms. So precious. I miss my family.