Tiger did it again this Sunday. It wasn’t quite as amazing as Saturday’s third round but holing that putt on 18 to force a Monday playoff was spectacular.
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I officiated a wedding this weekend. The wedding was at Castle on the Hudson. Sophia’s gonna be jealous when she realizes I did a wedding at a castle.
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My dad always claimed the NBA was fixed. As I sit here and watch game five of the Finals, I can’t help but think my dad’s tendency to lean in the direction of conspiracy theories has finally paid off.
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Speaking of my dad, I sure am glad that he’s my dad.
I was in jr high or high school when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and on the other side was a small woman of Mexican descent. In her hands was a tupperware dish. In broken English she said, “For your dad. Thank you.” I took the dish to the kitchen and showed my mom. I opened it to find fresh, warm tamales. “What are these for?” I asked my mom. “Your dad probably does their taxes for free and this is their way of saying ‘thank you.’”
Dad, I love you so much. You live life generously. Thank you for being my dad. (Not that you had a choice or anything.)
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Happy Father’s Day!
That is such a sweet story about your Dad! Happy Father’s Day!
But, just so you know. Dad’s do have a choice.
They don’t HAVE to love you, they WANT to love you! It sounds like you are a lot like you dad. I hope you had a great day!
XO
Barb