Friday, February 4, 2011

Beauty is in the eye of the... parent.

My father is convinced that I am the most beautiful person to grace the planet. He is always telling me that I'm gorgeous, and when I was younger and single and whinging about being lover-less, his theory was that I was so beautiful I intimidated men... um, thanks Pa. I'm sure that's why I was single.

The logic in his theory is that he is constantly showing people my picture on his iPhone and they always comment on how pretty I am. Which really is the worst evidence to prove that I'm pretty because no one is realistically going to say, "My word, your daughter is fucking ugly!"

Although it's nice to know that at least one person in the world thinks I'm pretty. Even if it is my father.