Sunday is Father’s Day. As you may have gathered from this post or this post (both of which were largely contributed by my father), he is the sole source (pun intended) of everything strange or quirky about my personality. Which, as it happens, is the vast majority of it.
I am almost exactly like my father. So, needless to say, he’s pretty awesome.
I was going to have him write a guest post today – he wanted to focus on “fashions at Bone Daddy’s,” a very high-class establishment near our Dallas home – but I think I stole most of his material when I covered 10 Things you should Never Wear.
So instead, I will use this post to honor my father from whom I inherited my biting sarcasm, quick wit, unparalleled sense of humor, and, of course, modesty. This one’s for you, dad!
… how ’bout now?
Me and my dad before I ran the ING NYC Marathon. He’s been there for all of my races!
And he keeps coming back, even though I start cursing every time I hit mile 17… what a trooper.
Keepin’ it classy.
Yep, those are boobs.
At a sporting event! One of the 5 sporting events I’ve attended throughout my life.
Oh, by the way, I used to have short hair.
Gosh, I’m tan…
Oh, to be young.
Happy Father’s Day, DAD!!! You’re the greatest!
This virtual beer is for you!