Friday, February 23, 2018, was a beautiful day for a retirement celebration and pie. If you're into that kind of thing which, frankly, I am not.
Dad's retirement pre-party took place at Charlie Chows, where Tyson may have "accidentally" opened an unmarked black door and walked right in to the kitchen at Charlie Chows. The subsequent screaming from the cooks was not in a language I recognized. But the message was pretty clear. "It's freezing cold, white boy. This is not the door. Get out of here." Ty came through the experience fairly unscathed and we very much enjoyed our meal. With peanuts.
Dad is retiring! Pie for everyone!!!!
Biz and I didn't coordinate our outfits in advance. We didn't need to. If you had told me I would one day attend my Dad's retirement party, after 38 years, as a church employee myself and WEARING PANTS - I may not have believed you. But it's true. And I have the picture to prove it. We are not a white shirt and tie, unnecessary skirt-wearing kind of family.
Why wear a suit jacket when a decades-old fleece jacket will do?
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