Picture Post Card

picture story.
this is a semi-long story then so bare with me here.

When I was 5 years old I fell asleep on a plate of spaghetti just like that picture. My parents took a picture of it and my Dad hung it in the garage. So even at a young age I knew the picture held some sort of Dadly special place. The picture had been up for about a year when for some reason I have forgotten my dad made me mad. Wouldn't let me stay up late? Had to eat vegetables? Who knows. In a fit of tiny 6 year old rage I stormed into the garage and tore the picture up. There were no copies so the picture was long gone torn to bitty pieces. Even as a little kid I could tell that it hurt my dads feelings. As a standard "Wonder Years" dad he wouldn't let it show but you could still tell.

Cut to the present- for this Christmas I decided to retake the picture. My Dad has everything he needs so the idea of buying him yet another set wrenches seemed kinda lame. So I poured a glass of milk. Made a plate of spaghetti and stuck my face in it.

and that is the how and why.