I Love You, Scrubber!

Since I don't think anyone reads this blog who doesn't actually know me in person, you probably know that my dad had open-heart surgery last week. And a heart attack the week or so before.

Luckily for me (and, I suppose, him...) he is recovering incredibly fast and has already been home for many days now. To celebrate, here is a picture of a scrubber. Yes, my dad and I call each other "scrubber." Be thankful I'm not attempting to communicate the accompanying hand gestures.