HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD.

No, this post isn't about idiot celebrities, but this is my blog, so screw you all.

My old man would have been 80 today. We used to joke about the unlikelihood of him making it to this milestone (the odds were never in his favor, given his love of All Things Marlboro Red, Dunkin Donuts, and Little Debbie). He crapped out on me at the age of 78, but I like to think he is still around, wondering why I am wasting my time on frivolous pursuits like this. He probably also wants me to go on a diet. To quote Weird Al, I've got more chins than Chinatown right now.

There will never be another like him, and he is sorely missed.

Hope you and Mom are blowing out the candles together.