Beach Bomb

     So the technology-impaired one is working on his photo editing skills (and skills is where I'd use air quotes if I had the proper digits), and he thought it would be funny to create a photo bomb with me and one of his & mom's old beach pictures.  If I'm not mistaken (this was back when Orbit owned them) the original was taken when they first arrived in the south like a hundred years ago and were all excited to be at a real beach in the middle of winter, hence the outerwear. 

     Okay dad, you're learning.  Good job there, big guy.  Nice work blah blah blah, etc., etc. etc.  Now can we get back to some real stuff about me and only me?

note:  dad claims that blogger was having issues and would not allow him to use the largest sized font for this post.  I can attest to the fact that he spent way too much time trying to correct it, got frustrated and kept swearing at the laptop, blogger, me, the chair, his coffee, etc., which I found amusing.  He finally gave up, aimed his finger at the "Publish" button, swore once more and then pressed the button fiercely and with a great huff of angry, coffee-and-morning-breath-stinky mouth wind.