Recently, a friend who hadn't ever seen my kitchen, looked up at the wall and asked, "Who's that gorgeous man?"
"Oh. That's my Dad!"
"Your Dad? Isn't it intimidating having him watching you as you cook?"
Never really thought about it before she asked. I suppose had he been a chef...
But my Dad was a shrink.
Imagine if I had his picture hanging above my bed!
I think the kitchen's a much safer bet, don't you?
