My silly Dad

Last night I was talking to my folks about my job interviews and my dad told me that he found something in my hometown paper that looked good for me. I reluctantly let him tell me about a youth director position in BEAVER, OKLAHOMA.

For those of you unfamiliar with my tastes. I hate Oklahoma. Really. It's the armpit of the world. The license plates say "Oklahoma is OK" and that's only because they didn't know how to spell "mediocre."

Not to mention that what you probably don't know about Beaver is that it's claim to fame is that it's the Cow Chip Capital of the World. Yea, a girl can't make this stuff up!

I told him I'd pass, but he said he'd keep it, just in case.

In case what! No thank you. I love my Dad, but there are limits. Beaver, OK, Good grief!