Today I’m taking a little break from our regularly scheduled programming to wish my dad a very happy birthday.
Dad and me on the day I was born. Movember wasn’t even a thing back then – that’s how far ahead of the curve my dad was.
He’s always been such a trend-setter.
Christmas 1985, a month before my first birthday. If my husband and I were to buy a house in Boston today, this is what we could afford! Ha ha! The housing market is funny.
Ahem. I’m so grateful to my dad for everything he’s taught me – to take pride in your work and always do the very best job that you can, to keep your sense of humor intact even in the face of the not-so-great stuff that life throws at you, and, most importantly, how to mix a good black Russian.
Here’s to you, dad – you’re the best and I love you.
And I’m sorry for the knee and back problems that can probably be traced back to the day you squished yourself into that tiny, plastic house.