HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!
Yes, it's my dad's 51st birthday (OWN IT!), and he's having his desired quiet day at home. Starting with the Turkish Grand Prix at 7:30AM (we'll ignore the 91 years of genocide denial), followed by the red meat extravaganza (see previous post) with a brunch of steak and eggs. Something must be said for the combination of red meat and eggs. Protein overload, I may never recover.
Some of you know my dad, but if you don't I'll fill you in using the astrological information so you can get a better idea of who he is.
First, he was born on Saturday, August 27th at 6PM, 1955 (Year of the Goat). So this means he's:
51 years old
2,662 weeks old
447,086 hours old
OR...
1,609,511,257 seconds old
So, he's a Virgo. Which means he's practical (very), intellectual, diligent (almost annoyingly so), hates sloppy workers (this is VERY true), and modest.
The top song in 1955 was "Ain't That A Shame" by Fats Domino (how appropriate).
You can boil 5.94 ounces of water with the heat from 52 candles.
And...you share a birthday with Mother Theresa.
If you know my dad even a little, you'd know that this fits him to a T.
Although, if you do know my dad he would say that astrology is a bunch of horsecrap.
But that's why I love him. My big, nerdy dad.
Happy Birthday!
