I already know that the hour-long phone conversation I had with my dad last night was the best part of my weekend. He tried schoolin me on this new flu virus going around, and told me to tell my bosses, and I was "DAD, DID YOU KNOW THAT I WORK FOR DOCTORS? LIKE, ACTUAL PHYSICIANS? YOU THINK MAYBE THEY KNOW A LITTLE MORE ABOUT THIS THAN YOU?" And he told me he would fly out here and kill me if I ever interrupted him again.

“Guurrrrls just wanna have funds. Yeah, when the working day is done, guurrrrls just wanna have funds.”

This is how my dad opened up our conversation last night, encouraging me to set up a budget for myself.

I don’t know what to do with him. It’s overwhelming.