We headed up the canyon this weekend for a quick family reunion. On the way, my dad informed me of his plan for my life, which maaaay or may not affect my future husband. So this is for you, future husband. I hope you're okay with all this, otherwise we'll have some struggles ;).
According to my dad, I'm going to be a professional ballroom dancer.
(the image to the left was found on Pinterest, the image to the right is from travisandjamieetuft.com)
According to my dad, I will also be an athletic trainer for the Detroit Lions (for those of you that don't know, I am majoring in athletic training. Also, my dad is a HUGE fan of Ziggy Ansah - the reason for me being an ATC for the Lions).
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| from coata.org |
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| from rantsports.com |
According to my dad, you, dear future husband, get to go to medical school while I'm doing all of this. That, or you'll already be a doctor when we get married. Take your pick.
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| from tutornerds.com |
I would say that I hope we like each other, what with these qualifications, but then I realized that we won't ever see each other. So here's to happiness for eternity ;).
P.S. My dad did retract his earlier statement about my being a professional ballroom dancer, as long as I'm an athletic trainer for the Lions, or whatever team Ziggy is playing for at the time. But never fear, future husband. We can elope if necessary.
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