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| My dad, Grandpa Clyde, with his buddy Amy Rose. |
A fun time was had by all today.
There was a great picnic in my parents\’ back yard with good weather and good food (provided by me, so \”good,\” if I say so myself…), good conversation and, oh, yeah, my dad\’s socks fit perfectly.
He put them on. Outside. At the dinner table on a 75 degree day. And all was right with the world.
Happy Father\’s Day to my wonderful husband, my own dad (the original Clyde the Glide–we called him that before ol\’ Clyde Drexler even came along) and to all the important men out there who shaped the lives of others. You are appreciated.
Freckled Girl Knits 