like father like daughter

I love my mom more than life itself, but I'm also very much a Daddy's girl.  He passed on his perfectionism, need for detailed planning, and general "ism"s to me, but in case any of you needed actual proof that I really am a Winstead...

My dad.  It's almost scary, actually.  My Aunt Nancy (his sister) sent along some younger pictures of him last night, and when I opened them, it really was like looking in a mirror!  Love you, Dad (and thanks for the blonde hair)!