well, tomorrow is my dad's birthday in america. but today is the day in the philippines, and since that is where he lives, that is what counts.
paul hansen is really the best. he's the guy that taught me the importance of passenger safety in a car by always doing a random seatbelt check on road trips. these seat belt checks consisted of him waiting until everyone in the car was asleep or totally zoned out, then slamming on the breaks while screaming bloody murder and yelling "SEATBELT CHECK!!" us hansen children have never messed around with buckling up.
he's the guy that goes out on december 23rd and buys a bunch of surprise christmas presents, despite my mom's protestations that she has ALREADY GOTTEN EVERYTHING ON THE LIST, HONEY. he's also the guy that secretly pays for peoples' meals at restaurants and then leaves before they even know what happened.
he's the cute dad that asked me to dance at my cousin's wedding, even though they really should have just left me home locked in a closet or something because i had chosen that day to cut my own bangs and ended up looking like this:
he's just a good guy. so dad, here's what we would do if you were here:
1. get up in the morning, hop in the jeep. go get a breakfast burrito.
2. eat it on the way to some out in the middle of nowhere location in the desert.
3. geocache all day, going through treacherous passes where mom gets nervous at least 4 times and you really put ruby to the test. i promise not to get car sick and ruin everything.
4. come back, probably take a nap.
5. wake up, go eat red robin. or some really good italian food. i don't know, you pick. it's your birthday, after all.
6. come back, have some hot fudge pudding cake, and then watch that star trek movie that came out about a week after you went into the MTC.
does that sound like an ok plan? let me know, and we can use it for 2015. i love you, dad, and i sure am glad you were born.
