And he didn't even singe an eyebrow, such is the candle-blowing prowess of my dad. He does usually blow them all out in one fell-swoop, utilizing his his patent-pending process of oxygen/co2/lung volume conservation. (It takes advantage of the diaphragm as well as the lungs and abdominal muscles, using the lips as sort of a one-way valve...anyway, it's complicated.) But this is the first time that I can remember that he still had a few candles lit when the air was finally gone.
I guess 60 was just too much for the old man.
Happy belated birthday, Dad.
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Fun post! Happy B-day to him from us!
"I don't know why I love you like I do, I don't know why I just do-o..."
Happy Birthday Goldtowner!
I laughed out loud AND had Matt come over to read the post.
60 huh? This moment is bittersweet...
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