I have to head, for the final time this season, over to NMU in a bit to shoot the finals of “High School Bowl” (in front of an audience of sponsors, politicians, and parents, from the sounds of it). It's both exciting and bittersweet; exciting because I myself am quite curious to see who wins the whole thing, and bittersweet because this year's group of students has been a hoot to hang out with and this will be the final time for it.
But, since it's also a big day in the Koski family, I also have to leave you the following. I'd be remiss if I didn't. You see, today marks a big day in the history of our little planet. Today, one of the two people without whom I would not be possible is having a birthday. That's right; my dad managed to survive another year on Earth without falling off his bike or having a pickleball whack him in the eye, and for that we're very very VERY thankful!
I mean, I don't want to give you the impression my dad can be a klutz, but you know how I occasionally do stupid things like walk into doors, walk into weights lying on the floor, or drop cans of tomato sauce onto my big toe? Well, I suppose I have to get those tendencies from somewhere, and since I don't believe my mom ever did anything like that...
You can fill in the blanks from there.
So happy birthday, Dad. Have fun playing pickleball or going for a bike ride, enjoy wherever it is you guys go out to eat, and tell Mom to let you eat as much ice cream as you want with your cake. Oh, and, as always, have yourself an injury-free day!
Okay, I'll stop now...
8-)
Love,
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