I can be bought!

Yes, I can be bought. Imagine that.

When I got home this afternoon, My father was sitting upstairs and was talkin on the phone. I was instantly frustrated and irked. Why? Because I didn't expect him to be there.

*rolls her eyes at herself*

Anyway... tonight at around 8 ish, Dad knocked on My door. I was frustrated. Hell, he woke me from a delightful nap and a wonderful dream which I can't, for the life of me, remember.

Regardless, I opened the door and there, before my eyes, My father was holding out a present he got for me. A replica of Duncan McCleod's Katana. *grins brightly* With an edge, even.

I love it.

So, now, I love my Dad bunches. He's great. All because he bought me with a Katana. *grins brightly*

I've been wanting one for about five years now. Finally I have it. Sweet, sweet beastie.

I so love my life!