Well do ya?
'Cause I'm feelin' quite lucky today.
See, I've got some pretty freakin' awesome men in my life.
And I hope you'll forgive me for this ode to fatherhood,
there's not many people who could put up with my crap like my hubby.
Best dad, best husband; lets me take and post pictures of his butt--
well, actually, he may not know about the posting of those pictures--
but he's the best guy a girl could hope for.
And you know, this full out cheesyness/dry heaving doesn't just stop there--
I've got rockin' awesome bro's, too.
Sure, they're filmed at the age of 5 singing the song they made up, which goes like so:
"Mandi yucky yucky! Yucky Mandi Mandi!"
It was quite a catchy tune, actually.
And yeah, they chopped all my barbie doll's hair off, but they're also the dudes who threatened to beat the crap out of the guy bothering me in high school, and they're the dudes who've dropped everything to help me pick up my crap in their trucks, too.
You just can't beat that awesomeness.
Or my fannypack.
And this may come as a bit of a shock to you,
but I happen to think the daddy-o is all that and a bag of chips.
And could I flair my nostrils any more in this horrible picture? I think not.
He's the last action hero. Everyone should have a dad like the daddy-o.
Yeah, I'm thinking today's the day to start passing this around again:
it's the worst card. Ever.
My family's not really card people-- I guess we're too cheap. But this one is too dumbbutt to not keep rolling through the whole fam dam.
And on this last note,
To the good men of the world: "Shine on, shine on. The world needs more people like you."
Tole ya it was bad.