As a general rule, I’m not a very picture oriented blogger. Sometimes though, words simply won’t suffice. Last weekend was such a time. Game on.
To the left is my little brother Thom. People say we look A LOT alike. I suppose it’s hard to tell in that picture, but just trust me. People were very confused when Gwen and I dressed as Bo and Luke Duke for Halloween – and Thom tagged along as Daisy. He’s always been the pretty one in the family.
To the right is my dad. Adorable, right? Easy ladies, my mom will slap a bitch if someone steps to her hubby.
Dad has had this same hairstyle since he was released from the Air Force about thirty-seven years ago. The beard and fringe are a little grayer, but otherwise Dad has looked just like that for my entire existence.
Thom decided the best way to celebrate Dad’s retirement was through mimicking his appearance. Remember what I said before about pictures being necessary? Seriously, there are no words.
Oh but wait there’s more! Once we had him shaved, he happily played dress up as we repeatedly crammed him into Dad’s too-small clothing. He even hiked a pair of sweat pants up to his nipples for the full Dad effect.
Thom makes that ‘do look good, right? Dad’s party was canceled due to the snow and tentatively rescheduled for this coming Saturday. Despite our pleadings, Thom refused to maintain his new hairstyle for the week in between. I have no idea why.
Mind you, this wasn’t the first time Thom shaved his head in support of his family. We sat through our mohawks side by side. He shaved his off when mine fell out. (All the brothers did.) Thom re-shaved his head every single time I got nuked. Granted, he looked a little less silly completely bald than wearing that Friar Tuck Gone Bad look he planned to rock at the party. Just thought you should know how sweet he is underneath that foul-mouthed, uni-bomber exterior. (Like you haven’t already figured out how madly in love with my family I am.)
And now for the videos…
In this first video, we’re sitting at the kitchen table waiting for shower availability while listening to “Music of the Night” from Phantom of the Opera. Right at that two second mark I screamed, “Interpretive Dance!” I told you he was the pretty one in the family.
This one…is…just…another example of where words won’t suffice. That thing on his shirt is a piece of bread. Yes, we were out in public.
I know, I know – this probably isn’t as funny to people that don’t know Thom as it is to me. Forgive the self-indulgences. I just need to have these things somewhere easy access for when I need a pick-me-up and its too early for cocktails.
…and Ladies? He’s VERY single. Let me know if you want his digits.