It's Taking Me a Couple of Days, But I Have to Post This Photo of My Dad. I Just Wish I Was There to Dance With Him.

Last year, my mother bought all of us these warm hoodies to be worn on the coldest of nights. I keep mine in a downstairs closet, because I rarely get cold. I admit, however, in the deepest of winter mornings, I come down in my underwear and put it on while making coffee and starting my day. I must look exactly as my father does in this photo.

Actually, Dad has lived his later life with dementia, so he's excused. I don't have one. The photo is hilarious because it is hilarious, and because I can imagine my mom screaming at him to put on pants. What's better is imagining my Mom screaming at him to put on pants. I'm not sure if she even noticed that she captured a holiday songfest on the t.v., as well. My dad is the living, Elf on the Shelf. As long as he doesn't go outside to snowplow in such an outfit, I'm okay with his indoor attire (note: Cynde reported he does go outside in this outfit).

Good for him.

Up on the rooftop click-click-click.

I'm off to K-12 schools today until the afternoon...and then it's back to grading. My goal is to be done by Sunday, but there's a lot of $@#$@$ coming in (and then there are always the pleas for extension, which I gave until Sunday when I imagine I'll still be grading anyway).

It was in the 60s yesterday. But I know where my blue hoodie sits...when that temperature drops, I'm totally joining my Dad's bopping about.