WTF Weds: MY FATHER SMILED

It was bound to happen. Rand and I take a lot of photos. But this is basically like spotting bigfoot:

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This is a photo of my father. SMILING. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

This, for him, is pretty much grinning maniacally.

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You’re probably thinking, “Meh. No big deal. I mean, lots of people have fathers who don’t smile that much, right?”

At which point I would say, no, no, no. You don’t understand.

My father does not smile. Not on my wedding day. Not on his wedding day. Not when he’s eating ice cream. The man is a fantastic scowler (I know, because I got it from him). But there he is. Smiling. 

And goodness, here’s another one where he almost is:

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Somebody buy me a lotto ticket and keep an eye out for bigfoot, because at this point, anything goes.