(no subject)

[clayhornik]

My father's in his busy season right now, he's an accountant. A CPA. I used to joke about it- "Certified Professional Assassin." Because I know what kind of busy he's got... uber mega busy, since he had a couple of his people move on... I decided to interrupt his busy with a writing question- content, not style. Something about automobiles. Because he may not know epidemiology or string theory, but he knows how many buttons make five, and lots and lots about things that go vroom and things that go boom. He was able to tell me the kind of engine my literary car should have, exactly what the doctor ordered.
Yeah, he's kind of handy like that.
I've realized recently we've got another shared quirk: he and I both like coffee in Styrofoam cups.
I really love my dad sometimes. Hell, most times.