I have received some crushing blows lately, but this, this is really sad.

When Gracie was learning to talk, we used to watch the Crocodile Hunter a lot because it's completely awesome. She used to point at the television and say "Papa!" My dad has these crazy feathered bangs. He's had them since 1974 at least. He also tends to only button his shirts half way up under the theory that the ladies dig chest fur. Typing that made me throw up in my mouth.

My dad does bear an attenuated resemblence to the late (sniff) Steve Irwin.


Much love goes out to Terri, Bhindi Sue, and small little baby Bob. Your dad was never going to let them eat you, shorty.