You'll never guess where my dad is today. Just go ahead and try. Okay, I'll tell you.
He is a guest on the Dr. Phil Show.
Yep, that's right. He flew to LA yesterday, spent the night at a Hollywood hotel, and they picked him up at 6:20 this morning to take him to the studio. Wardrobe and makeup - the whole deal. My dad is with Dr. Phil right now, as I type.
Before you get too concerned, he's not there on behalf of my parents' marriage, family therapy, addictive behavior, selfish bride syndrome, stolen identity, or something for Dr. Phil to analyze and improve. He is there to publicly thank the Dr. Phil Foundation for providing a grant to give foster children involvement in extracurricular activities, including dance, tennis, and music lessons.
So that's where he is. Oh, and there's a dollar bet on the table for him: we'll each pay him a dollar to turn on the tears while he's sitting on the stage, so Dr. Phil McGraw himself will pull out his hankie for my dad to keep. He only gets the dollar if he brings home the actual souvenir, and a hankie with Dr. Phil's initials written with Sharpie simply will not do.
How about that? My dad and Dr. Phil, doing lunch today. Okay, maybe not lunch. But in my mind, they are.
Stay tuned for when it will air!