Terry wanted to honor himself and fathers everywhere on this special day, so he left ME a present in the bathroom. Thank you, dear. Happy Father’s Day to you. May your junk always be cradled by soft cotton underwear that you then set on top of my Chi hair straightening iron.
It’s time. Let’s do this. As I’ve mentioned previously, I was blessed at birth with a luxuriously full head of Great Pyrenees-like hair. Or, rather, I was born with a sprinkling of hair that fell out promptly, leaving me completely bald for my first year of life. If only I’d known then what I know now, […]