Shout out to... the Dad.

To the dad that's always there when you least need to be bugged on, to the guy who was always willing to turn your bedroom light on at 5am every Saturday, just to make you get out of bed (or suffocate under covers to avoid the light, depending upon your level of laziness), to the one who was always honest about the high degree of apathy he holds for 90% of the things you talk to him about...and to the world's best reader....

Happy Birthday Dad!


Spence is a poser. Jess is just strange.

We (Jess and I) decided to go with a Jonas Brother's theme for dad... very fitting. And not creepy at all, right?

Twinners :) (lighting the candles)

They sooo love each other!

Happy Birthday to Dad,

Happy Birthday to Pops,

Happy BIIIIRRRRTHDAYYY DEAAARRR OLLLLD MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN,

Happy Birthday tooo you!

Ahh, to be 54 years young... (just 30 years to go for me, though dad swears I've been around him since he was a sophomore in high school...which...I DON'T think is a compliment...). We had Villa Pizza and Apple pie for his dinner this year, and afterwards, he spent his evening doing what he loves most: taking Spence to soccer practice and reading a book. Predictable. Consistent.

I like it.

:)

I'm 99% sure dad doesn't know/care I have a blog. and I'm 100% sure he'd prolly not read it, even if he knew about it, but I'll say this anyway:

Love ya dad. You're pretty okay. Most of the time... :P (I know, I know...you use toilette paper, whatever. get a new line...)