Father and Daughter Story

I love ribbons. I have been collecting them for some time now. I buy them when they're on sale, when I'm looking for specific ones for a project or just because they're pretty and I have to have it. The ribbons you see are only a fraction of what I have. I have a pile there because I'm looking through them to see what I could use for my clipboard project.
To show you how I'm obsessed with ribbons involves my dad. I was on eBay one morning, dangerous. And I saw someone was selling a lot of ribbon. Lots and Lots of ribbon. Well, I was going to work, and at the time there was no computer, so I called my dad. You see dad and I really enjoy eBay, sometimes too much. But my dad is good at bidding. I get my talents from him...lol...so I called him that morning. "Dad, could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" he said. "Well you see, I was on eBay this morning and saw some ribbon that I would like and I can't bid on it from work, can you do it for me?"I asked. "Let me get on and see what you're looking at." He said. I told him which one it was. "Why do you need all that ribbon?"he asked. "Why? Because I have an addiction and I need to satisfy it."I said. He laughs. "But this is the rule"I said, "No more than $20.00 for that whole lot. The shipping on it is already another $20.00 so my budget is only 20, ok?" I said. "Ok,"he said. "Dad I know you, don't go crazy" I said. "What do you mean?"he asks. So the morning goes by, he's bidding. And it's a bidding war. It's ugly, I tell you. The bid is over. I call him. "So what happend?"I asked. "Well, this is what happend"he says. "Dad, what did you do?"I ask. "Well, I got it. For $40.00."he says. "WHAT!!!!"I said. "This is what happend, some woman, she wouldn't stop. Everytime I bid then she bid. It was crazy, she wouldn't back down!!!" he explains.He sounded flustered and frustrated. "But dad, I told you no more then $20.00. That's way over!!!"I said. "I know, I know, don't worry mama, this is what I'll do, you pay for Shipping and I'll pay for the ribbon." He says. "But dad" I said. "I'm sorry, but she made me mad and I had to get it, she just wouldn't stop!!" he says. But he beat her to it, he got the last bid in before time was up. That felt good. " I understand, dad. I've been there, done that."I said. So, my big box of ribbon arrived and I called my dad, I told him it came and that I loved him. And that I now understand where I get my competive spirit from.
This is for you dad. Love you