Dear Ol’ Dad.

Today was my Dad’s birthday. Happy day, Dad!

He never reads my blog. That’s OK. Nobody in my family reads it. …

Anyway, today was his day and we went to The Olive Garden for lunch, because when you’re at the Olive Garden you’re family. Our waiter was like an annoying cousin, but only in the sense that he was trying awfully hard. Speaking of which I gave dad a card with a dog on it that looked like our Stella, who died four years ago. I thought it would be heartwarming, but maybe it was just troubling. Trying too hard. [sigh]

If at first you don’t succeed, it’s probably time for a nap.

But I digress. I just wanted to point out that my Dad’s a great guy. See all those powerlines in the background of his photo? Of course you don’t, I photoshopped them out. But they were there. And Dad was a lineman for over 3 decades. Scary job, kids. Hard farkin work. Thanks Dad. Love ya.