Well, at least I hope not. I just wanted to somehow say today that it would have been my Dad's 64th birthday if he was still with us. Not meant to be a downer, but just wanted to put some pictures of him here today.
This was "Pokka Mike" (The Big Guy couldn't say Poppa) and The Little Guy right after he was born. He was a very fussy baby and my dad would talk to him in his very deep low voice to try and make him hush. I still have this shirt he is wearing hanging up in my laundry room right now. It isn't a statement or anything overly sentimental. It is just laziness that I have never moved it in 3 years. I always think I want to do that thing where I take a picture of the Little Guy in that shirt every year until he is big. Again, lazy (and too busy).
You know you want this couch. don't lie.
We had a Calico cat that would lie on this couch and you couldn't see her.
Yellow pants and a pink watch. I would never think of doing that in my life now. It is what we liked to call "Groovy" way back then.
My Dad used to call me on his birthday and say "I didn't want you to miss talking to me on my birthday" so I never had the chance to forget it. :-)
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