I love May 8. Aside from the usual reply when I’m being pestered by mosquitoes asking me when I’m getting hitched, it’s also my Dad’s birthday. This year is especially more memorable as my old man went under the knife three times prior to him adding another year to his already more than half a century’s age. It’s difficult to imagine somebody that old these days. Harhar.
To think about the numbers a person has done when he’s reached that milestone, why, it’s enough to make anyone nuts. Dad however isn’t nuts. For sure at that age he’s had some problem with his nuts. lol. Nothing obscene about it, it’s just the way of the male species. You don’t use your appendage to its full potential, and believe you me, some part of your body will rebel. Oh well. I’m sure glad Dad wouldn’t touch a computer with a 10 foot pole or there’ll be hell to pay.
I am one lucky dog though, having been blessed with the kind of father that I have. I couldn’t appreciate him enough, couldn’t buy him enough things, couldn’t take him to enough places, I couldn’t tell him that I love him enough. Come to think of it, I couldn’t tell him that I love him. Period. Too gay. But he knows that I do in some ways, we are so bonded that those words are not necessary. Before I turn into a total sap and completely lose control. I just want the whole blogosphere to know that today, one of the greatest dads in the world is celebrating his birthday.
Happy birthday Dad! Be sure to polish that backhand of yours, because next month I’m going home and I’m gonna wipe your ass all over the tennis court. lol.
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