Thanks Dad

So, I must admit...I am ashamed to post this, but it must be done. It has little to do with fashion, but leastways, it has to be said. THANKS DAD.

Last night (about 1:30 am actually), after I had finished painting my new and improved mini studio (Behr, Subtle Touch, if you were wondering) I noticed that a ginormous centipede (like, 1,000,000,000 legs deep, no lie) had made its way to the second floor of my home. What did I do? Well, at first I tried desperately to "keep it together"...I tried to grab a bottle of bleach and kill the creature, but I just couldn't do it. I was afraid of it, but didn't want to take its innocent life (what is wrong w/ me?!). So, my second reaction was....TWITTER BROADCAST...which went a little something like this...

ReneeAlise_SBG:Terrified
about 15 hours ago via UberTwitter
ReneeAlise_SBG:@BarbieBright I needed you to come kill a bug #crazygirltweet
about 15 hours ago via UberTwitter in reply to BarbieBright
ReneeAlise_SBG: I can't. :( RT @GerraeLove: @ReneeAlise_SBG be strooooong!
about 15 hours ago via UberTwitter
ReneeAlise_SBG:: I'm serious
about 15 hours ago via UberTwitter
ReneeAlise_SBG:: There is an enormous bug in my house. Who will come kill it? HELP!
Needless to say, I still remained helpless. UNTILL..... I called my ever so faithful father, who was on his way from JERSEY within 15 minutes flat. Now, of course he tried to calm me down before, and coax me to handle this bug problem I have on my own. But by this time, I was so shaken, I couldn't budge from standing on my couch (yeah, I have a slim problem in which I freeze up, when terrified...working on it).Twenty minutes later, dad shows up at my front door and the rest is history. Now I know I have a problem. A ridiculous one...but I have to give props to my dad for coming through. No matter where I am on this earth I am certain that my father would come find me...even if I telephoned him while sitting on an iceberg in Antarctica.... He'd probably calmly ask me if I could check CHEAPTICKETS.COM on my phone, while he packed his things. Thats my Dad...thats why I love him... Heres to you and the rest of the "ride or die" dads. Bwahahaa, lol :) :) Happy Father's Day. -SBG

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