I’m not going to sack up and finish the seriously depressing Father’s Day post.
I’m just going to say this instead…
If my father was alive, he would not have been very impressed with my behavior on Father’s Day. I was so young when he died that I can’t really say I knew him, but I know enough to know he would not have cared about my self-inflicted migraine. He would not have cared how many days in a row I slept with my jaws completely locked. He would have dragged my sorry a$$ out of bed and we would have had some Father’s Day beers together.
And, if my father was alive, I think Almost Famous would be one of our favorite movies.
This would be one of our favorite scenes. I’m certain we would sing-a-long.
Happy belated Father’s Day Dad.
I’m sorry it took me a few days to come around.
Your Tiny Blunt-Banged Dancer