Once upon a time, my dad was a quiet, unassuming man. Then he started drinking wine straight from the bottle. And socializing with neighbors. Then he retired and started talking to total strangers. And now we can’t get him to shut up.
So um, the random talking at the end? Once upon a time Thom said he wanted to be aluminum siding when he grew up. Which pretty much proves I’m the normal one in the family, right?
Also? I need a haircut. Desperately. And I kind of want to grow a beard now.
Somebody drink a beer for me, k?