Throw yo’ hands in the air.
It’s my Dad’s birthday today. He turns older. It happens this way every October 6th. And for the record, I’m fantastical weird because of my Dad. He’s pretty creative. So is Mom. But I think I get my peculiarities particularly from the Reardon’s side of the family.
I like spending time with my Dad (whom I affectionately call “Poppa” based off Baloo in The Jungle Book).
Here’s to Walthew Frederick Reardon III: