My old man is even older today. He’s 10 months older than I am hence he’s an old man. 35 is pretty much the turning point to becoming a real adult. He’s slowly climbing up that dark hill.
Okay just kidding!!! He’s still youngish and loving life.
Now I have to tell you I’ve known him forever aka high school sweethearts. He’s a true man. A hard working, musky sweat, do anything for you but don’t cross him man. One of the best dads I’ve ever known. Always makes us laugh. After working a full dirty week, you will always find him smoking a cigar, tending to his succulents and cuddling with his boys.
Part Rick James, a little Pauly Shore and a whole lotta honky tonk man. I wouldn’t want him any other way.
Love you old fart!!!!