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| Dad and me |
Last night, while driving to
the gym with my husband, we saw what we now know to be an everyday occurrence
in Florida ... A shirtless man driving a pickup truck. I joked with hubs that
to this day, I always think of my dad when I see a shirtless gent. Ironically,
hubs hates taking off his shirt. So unless he’s showering or swimming, you won’t
see him roaming around our house or yard shirtless, let alone driving!
My dad, on the other hand has no fear of being shirtless ... He's always helping us around the house when things
break. And trust me, we love him for it and are forever indebted to him. And if Dad doesn't know how to fix it, he will Google and YouTube
our various appliances to figure out how to repair it. But I have to laugh,
because within five minutes, Dad’s running around our garage or kitchen with
his shirt off.
In fact, here I am sitting at
work on lunch ... I look up and see this photo I have pinned
to my cubicle. Ironic, huh?
*Facial features blocked to
protect his privacy. Not sure how Dad would feel if he knew I had his photos
floating around online.
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| Dad, the shirtless man |