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I Say Start With The Moustache.
May 30th, 2009
I’m not quite sure where to start with this picture. Should we start with the cowboy hat on the mechanical engineer living in the suburbs? How about the wearing of a Coors light t-shirt with a two year old on your lap? The early digital watch? The random placement of a paper machete E.T.? The cute little belly poking out? Wondering what happened to need a bandaid? The cute sandals I would totally wear today?
How about we start with saying Happy Birthday to a man whose daughter loves him just as much now as she did in this picture.
Happy Birthday Dad.
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Be sure to tell your dad happy birthday for me! I had a piece of cake for him.
I’ve read through some archives, I wanted to leave a comment on the ice storm post, but they were already closed. All I have to say is, you should have been in KY for the 2003 Storm (much worse than this year). Nice to bloggy meet you, I look forward to future posts!
That’s so sweet. And that E.T. is way, way scary.
The scary thing about this is that Dad wore that shirt on a Kiddieville float for the fair parade. I’m sorry to say that I had never noticed that before. But it is undoubtedly the fair parade and you are wearing your Kiddieville t-shirt. The bandaid? Probably a mosquito bite, you used to have severe reactions to them.