approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
Today is my dad's birthday. In my rush this morning I didn't realize the date, and so have not done any real Acts of Tribute to the Dadster.
So, entirely unprepared, without wearing my Daddy Necklace or having a digital picture of the sweetest and most beautiful old man who ever lived to post on this here site, I'm going to have to make do with a small, modest honorary Diaryland entry, because I like to believe the Old Fart can read it from up there in H-Town.
Happy Birthday, Daddy. I miss you and I love you.
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me.
:)