A birthday.

If I could write awesome birthday poems like Michelle, I would. But the only thing that comes to mind when I think of my father is...

Hello, my name is Joe.
And I work in a button factory.
I have a house, and a dog, and a family.
One day, my boss said to me, "Hey Joe, are you busy?"
I said, "No."
He said, "Turn the button with your left hand."

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THAT FROM KINDERGARTEN?
(Kelsey, I'm looking at you since we went to the same elementary school.)

Anyway. Moving on.

Instead of an awesome poem, I'm going to share this awesome family picture...
(minus my mom...since she was the one taking it)


Happy Birthday, Joe! I mean, Dad. No, I really mean Joe.