DEAD DAD DAY

I wake up this morning and think, "it's Dead Dad Day." I decided I would take a drive over to the cemetary and pay him a visit. At first, I was thinking that I should stop at the florist and get flowers to bring, but my dad would not have entirely appreciated that. Though he was a great gardener, he thought flowers were pretty gay. That's just the way my dad was. Then I thought, "some very thoughtful friends gave me a beer the other day that would be perfect for my dad!" After all, he's dead. I don't think the alcoholism is an issue any more. So, I brought my dad a beer.









Make sure you click on the last picture in full size to get a good look at the label. Trust me, it's worth a look.