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.

My dad's pride and joy, a 1949 Studebaker pickup. (Sean McMahon)

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.

Note the prominent 'stache. (Laurie Cataldo)

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.