Dweedle King

Sometimes...I'm certain that my dad is the most hilarious person in the world. He just came in my room to take his I Ching book back that I stole years ago and says he needs it because he's "I ching all over his body!" (I believe it's pronounced ee-jing...sounds like itching).
Also he and I keep pronouncing Sean Bean's name incorrectly. Calling him Seen Been and Shawn Bawn.
And we had a ridiculous conversation the other day about labeling the bathroom door as the detox room. With a subtitle of "don't forget to finish your paper work" (don't forget to wipe. baha.). Mostly hilarious because we've been figuring out ways we could turn our house into more of a natural health clinic. Him being a chiropractor and me being the massage therapist. I don't like the word clinic. Not ever. I prefer home-of-mine-where-people-can-heal-and-feel-comfortable-and-peaceful...that doesn't work. Something will. anyway. I love my dad and I've always wanted to work with him and be an apprentice of his. Anything to help me further absorb more of his never-endingly valuable knowledge and wisdom. So, dream come true :)

This guy is my dad :)