Happy 35

I have this really funny joke where I forget Dave’s birthday every year. The humor might be kind of relative, but believe me, it’s funny. And if you want a gauge on what I think is funny, try this on: the name of the font I used to type this post about Dave is “David,” and I think that’s about a 7 on the funny scale (1-10).

So anyway, I think Dave’s birthday is sometime in July. I’m posting this HaPpY BiRthDaY today so I won’t run the risk of forgetting to wish it his way. I’m clever like that.

Dave was born thirty-five years ago just in time for lunch, and he’s never missed one since. At least, that’s what Dave’s dad used to say. This reminds me of my 8th grade History teacher, Mr. Taylor, who used to say, “Call me anything but late for dinner,” which has little to do with Dave’s birthday, except that Dave was a 10 pounder, and he probably looked like a baby who had never missed a lunch and was never late to dinner.

When asked what her favorite thing about her dad was, Kammi, age 6, said, “He’s smart and I love him, and he always plays tickle fights with me. Well, not always, but sometimes.”

Zach was not available for comment, but the puppet Zach which I have on my hand said (in a falsetto voice), “I like Dad because he plays catch with me and stuff and buys me donuts.”

Know what I like about Dave? Here’s the short list:

He’s a fantastic person.

He’s kind to small children and the elderly.

He’s a good enough cook that I don’t care that he’s lousy at cleanup.

He always takes out the trash at my mom and dad’s house.

He likes to help people.

If Dave borrows your stuff, he will usually return it in good condition.

Periodically, he makes an effort to read a little more of my book.

He learns from his mistakes, like that one time we took the kids hiking with no water.

Dave makes his side of the bed when he gets out of it, and he sleeps on the far side even though he’d rather sleep on the side closest to the bathroom.

I said I wanted a fridge full of soda in the bedroom, and he put one in there.
He gets up and goes to work every day.
He thinks purple and blue are the same color.
He gets up early on Saturday and makes everyone breakfast, and then he eats it by himself because he’s too nice to wake us up.

So, what’s your favorite thing about Dave? I think you have about a month to comment. Not really sure when his birthday is…