I know. I know. It’s been awhile…
I know. I know. I’m probably the worst blogger in the history of bloggers..
Where have I been? I’ll explain later. I know, you’re dying to know right. Or, more likely, you’ve forgotten this blog ever even existed. And, more importantly, you’re probably wondering who the hell I am and why you ever followed it in the first place.
Well, I’ll explain all that later. I have more pertinent matters to attend too. It’s my Father’s Birthday. And we ALL love Doug. You know you love him- but if you don’t know him I’m about to tell you why you should.
For starters, he practically invented “Photo-bombing”
He’s always had style:
Hell he should have been a model:
He’s the patriarch of THIS family. (I told you, model status.):
He’ll win you THIS many stuffed animals from the claw machine- EVERY TIME:
He leaves notes like these:
He owned this slide at the age of Fifty-three:
He’ll take you to see ALL the great performers from “his era”:
He tans well. Like real well:
Kid’s love him because he does stuff like this:
He’ll take you on a Booze cruise at the age of six- even though he doesn’t drink and you don’t either:
He is the BEST father. EVER:
And the BEST Poppi EVER:
And he’ll teach you all the “sly” ways to mess up a picture. (Hey, I got better with age!):
He’ll work EVERY DAY, even Christmas, to ensure that those he loves are taken care of:
He’s the ONLY person I know who can jump off a diving board, touch his toes, then do a melon. Olympian status:
He dances. With his mother. Enough said:
He’s a Yankee’s fan. End of story:
Happy Birthday, Dad. You’re so great in so many ways. It would take a million more of these posts for me to outline all of them. This will have to do. I hope your day was spectacular – just like you! I love you!!! Xoxoxo
..And, hey, have you hugged THE Doug today?