I love this day. This, in the year of our entrance to the second great war, is the day my dad was born. While the party fell waaaay through, we are going to have it soon. I’m sick, Mom’s out of town, and Dad spent the day golfing and cutting grass. NOT a good way to celebrate. I’m so sad and disappointed. We’ll all make it up to him when we get together later this week.
Happy Birthday, Dad. You’re the best dad, golfer, mathematician, and hero a girl could ever want. :love: :cake: :love: