What is it with men and tan lines? I swear, so many confessions (and a few I can't put on here) were crazy about tan lines. I wonder if it comes from the early Coppertone SUN-TAN iconic girl with her bikini bottoms pulled down that left an indelible mark in the boys' of my youth.
Show me your tan lines and I'll show you mine!
ON a more serious note, today is the anniversary of my dad's death. Has it really been 8 years?
I'm not sure I ever had a serious or deep important conversation with him. In fact, I don't think I ever talked to my parents about anything of deep concern or importance. In fact, I don't think I do with anyone, actually. Pretty sure this blog knows more about me than my own mother. The last time I wrote stuff down in a dairy I was in college. Somehow she found the diary in my closet with some old books and decades later decided to read it. She then mailed it to me with a note that read something to this effect, "I'm so sorry that you were so sad in college. I never knew how hard things were for you back then."
Not sure what was worse--the fact that she read it or the fact that years later she admitted to not knowing a single thing about me other than surface stuff. That goes for most of the people in my life, TBH.
I had a change in my routine today and it has thrown my whole mood off. Nothing like driving to Gosport to have a salad that might give me cyclosporiasis.
Well, cheers to the weekend. Lyle Lovett tonight!



