Today is my daddy's birthday. He's 66 today. That feels kind of weird to say. My dad is 66, born in 1945. Wow.His present hasn't come in the mail yet (darn Costco), but it will be amazing (and will probably make all of us very, very fat). His cake, on the other hand, was amazing. Vanilla cake with very little icing and lots of strawberry. To make the day complete, the family (minus Peter and Lexie) watched Toy Story 3 (and I cried...again). Now my dad and Elle are watching Salt.
It's been a very good day and I can now officially call my daddy old.
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