How to Be The Best Daughter Ever
If you're wondering how to be the best daughter ever...I have the key:
Don't do what I did.
Let's discuss. My dad loves cars. He works with cars, he watches shows about cars, he wears shirts with cars on them, and he spends 90% of his warm weather weekends out with his antique ride at classic car shows.
Yesterday was the annual Father's Day classic car show just north of Pier Village in Long Branch. Duzzy and I went to hang with Mama C, my dad, and brother.
We hung out, people watched, got decently sunburned, and chatted for several hours.
I even got him to take a picture!
5 or 6 hours after I got home, Duzzy says something to effect of, 'I've never seen your dad without a mustache before.'
I said, 'What are you talking about?'
I then referenced that picture I snapped...and said, 'HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT?!?'
You see, in my 29 years, I have never once seen my father WITHOUT a mustache. Apparently, the entire day, he was rubbing his lip, making sly comments about it, and I was completely oblivious to his suddenly bald lip.
I still have NO idea how I didn't realize it.
So...looks like I have that 'Daughter of the Year' trophy in the bag!
Happy Father's Day, Pops. Nice lip.