yes, I know I'm too old to call him Daddy but...

So today my Dad came to visit me at college and proved to me why he is still my hero by performing a few simple tasks.
First he brought with him mail, magazines (Feb Vogue and Jane), chocolates from England, and shoes that I had forgotten.
Then he filled my car up with gas, which I had (using all of my genius) let run out of gas. How am I in the honors program?!? This is honestly a mystery to me. One day I think they will check their records and realize what a discrepancy they have made with me. I will then be promptly kicked out.
Then he fixed (using only a screw driver) our toilet that constantly runs. No more waking up to the sound of Niagra Falls in the middle of the night.
Oh, and when I was saying goodbye to him, he pulls a great bottle of white wine out of the car and gaves it to me. Woot.
So let's add this up, forgotten things at home, car filled with gas, toilet fixer and wine giver. Man, he's pretty much the best Dad ever.
Oh, and I thanked him with ice coffee, a turkey burger and homemade french fries. All to the music of Led Zepplain, Bob Marley, Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah! and Paul Simon. However, I think a thank you card is still in order.