Daddy St. Nick
By Keiti | December 10, 2007
No, it’s not some new-fangled porn movie.
(Sorry, Dad! I couldn’t resist.)
It’s my dad playing St. Nick for the folks at church. (Yes, I finally made it back yesterday after not having been in months. Aside from being mistaken for my ex’s sister [can I tell you how much that made me laugh?] it was pretty uneventful.)
At least I know where I get my sense of humor from. 
Topics: Family, Life in General |
December 11th, 2007 at 11:25 am
Nice to see that he used his Airborne Wimp Womper. And yes that is his real beard, but the hair is a gas. Dad with long hair, like that would ever happen.
CII
December 11th, 2007 at 6:55 pm
Considering how badly he freaked out when you pierced your ear in high school, I agree about the hair.
But I have to say “Thanks” for paving the way. He didn’t even flinch when I pierced my nose.
December 12th, 2007 at 9:19 am
That’s what big brothers are for. Paving the way.
cII
December 12th, 2007 at 9:29 am
Yeah, but you can’t tell me it didn’t burn your butt on occasion when I got away with far more than you ever did.
Love you!