It’s Christmas time again, and I’m back in an apartment. Due to the fact that I have rather limited amounts of space available in my place, I decided to put up a stylistic Christmas tree.
Yeah, it ain’t fancy, but it gives me the Christmas light glow that I wanted. I don’t have any presents to put under it anyway, so there you go.
It’s official. I’ve got the best dad in the world.
In order to procure his son (and son’s friend) tickets to the much anticipated Fiesta bowl, said father waited in line for over four hours at the athletic ticket office. Not exactly the excitement capital of the world.
If you think the son is not eternally indebted to him, you’d be crazy.
Also, a big thanks also goes out to Bob, who waited in line with dad in order to get the much needed third ticket to the game.
True American Heroes, right there.