Dudes. DUDES. Your affection for my dad warms the cockles of my shriveled, blackened heart. And I’m not the only one. Why, first Otto weighed in with boundless love:
Geez, your dad’s more popular than our wedding….
[Ed. note: Nope, the posts about our wedding still have more comments, but not by much!]
And then, of course, my father wasn’t kidding about sending the post out to everyone he knows. He emailed the link far and wide, which resulted in the entry being visited by people who normally never read me, like my brother. Who then suggested that what Dad really wants is a chicken, because they poop less.
Dad himself wanted to thank you all, too:
Could you please extend my sincere appreciation to all your readers for their warm birthday wishes.
I loved being the center of attention for a day. That hasn’t happened since I won the Pulitzer… ok it wasn’t “the” Pulitzer but my little league team did win the championship.
So… I’m hoping that makes up for the fact that I told him I’d call him yesterday afternoon and then I hadn’t called because I got caught up in a different call, so then he called me, and the kids and I were on our way out the door, and so my end of the conversation pretty much sounded like “OKAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU BUT WE HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW CUZ I’M LATE GO OUT TO DINNER AND HAVE FUN TALK SOON BYE!”
Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that Dad had a happy birthday. Thank you all for your help!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled narcissist channel: Young Matthew (who reminds me very much of the best characteristics of Monkey and Chickadee, blended together) has posted an interview with me over at his blog, In the Air. This is part of a very special homeschool project Matthew is working on, and I’m in esteemed company amongst his previous interviewees. It’d be cool if you left him a comment.