Our promptness on taxes is not why this is a special Monday. It's actually the day to celebrate the birth of a very special and unique man. The one and only Claude! So in honor of his Birthday; I will blare country music from the radio, I will watch the weather all day long and at the first inkling of wind, sleet, rain, or snow call my family to alert them. At 7:30, I will climb into my big chair, raise my can of Busch Light and toast my Dad a Happy Birthday then fall asleep to Iowa Public Television.
Happy Birthday Dad, you are loved!
|Dad and E this weekend.|
Because I'm a respectful daughter,
I won't make his age public.
|Dad and me on his 28th Birthday.|