Now let's talk about the cookies. Rhonda brings Dad cookies every week or so. I'm not complaining, since I live here, and that makes me a major beneficiary of her kind acts of baking prowess. But my sister had put his picture in the local paper wishing him a happy birthday. Turns out she used a picture several years old. It was a picture of Dad looking into a mailbox out in the country (people next door to the farm he used to rent) collecting his cookies that they gave him on a regular basis. Now how does he do this? Turns out that my dad is a major cookie hustler. He'll hustle cookies from any woman in town who will bake them for him and I think the number would be much greater than it is except for the fact we can hardly eat the free cookies that come our way now!
And if they're not baking him cookies then they're baking him nasty little panty cakes and delivering them on his birthday! I'm telling you he's the baked sale hustler of the century! You go Dad!
It was wonderful to be able to hang around and watch Dad on his birthday. Cookies, cake, watch, brownies, door mat, a banana cream pie, shirts and candy bars (80 of them which he immediately hid in his room) were all delivered to his house throughout the day by people in the family and in the community who know my dad is simply one of the greatest people around. It was wonderful to see him honored in such a way. Doesn't change the fact that when it comes to cookies the man knows how to put on the hustle! Happy Birthday Dad!
How wonderful! I love that he's a cookie hussler! Very much a ladies' man I take it. Please give him our love and wishes. He has email? Could you email me his email address?
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