It is Sunday night evening… very foggy and dreary outside. I was very apprehensive about spending this day indoors with my father… yes, you read it right, my father is here… along with my youngest brother and family.
My father walked into my house with a cane. He had broken his ankle this summer. He also was sporting a skull-et. Not quite a mullet … a very disturbing look! He is quite proud of it. He told us that he had about an inch and half of hair protruding out of his ears too.
Aw… this man… such an interesting character.