A few weeks ago, my dad and I had to take a forty five minute car ride together, just the two of us. Up until two weeks before that we hadn't spoken in about a year. Needless to say, we were strapped for conversation starters. Somehow we ended up on the topic of a guy my dad used to work with, Billy Bob. Now, when I was little I loved creepy men, the kind that when you see them you hold your purse a little tighter and walk a little swifter. Which could very well explain my job choice. Anyways, we were talking about Billy Bob, and I recalled how in love with him I was. As you can see in this picture Billy Bob is not old, nor is he creepy. It was the early nineties, so the jean jacket doesn't count as creepy. I was young but I remember naming a doll after him, what an honor.
My dad sent me this picture in the next couple of days, and I just wanted to share it with you all.
Happy Monday!
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