My pops had a big old birthday on Friday.
We went to the Sanpete today to help him celebrate. My (our) contribution was a gift card to Cabela's and bratwurst for the grill. What's a summer birthday without brats on the grill? I'll tell you, disappointing. Good thing that's not how we roll.
Anyway, I have a great dad. I do. He may be getting old and decrepit but I bet he could still handle me well enough (like the time he broke a meter stick into 4 pieces over my rear end, TRUTH!), or anyone else for that matter... It's a comforting thought to know your dad will still help fight your battles no matter how many times he's done it before.
Not that he'll ever read this because he doesn't care to learn how to turn on a computer, but happy birthday Dad! I love you, we love you. Life is good huh?
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Sounds like you treated him like a million bucks on his special day. Nothing says a million bucks like a brats on a grill!
am i allowed to use his name? well just in case- happy birthday to the big L. your dad is rad! and has the largest hands i have ever shook- maybe besides brets.
I can't imagine you ever being naughty enough to require a spanking. ;-P
And that has to be one of the most precious pictures ever.
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