Playin' The Blues

"Gotta Love Those Pants!

Moooom!!!!

She had a weird sense of fashion to dress me up man. Embarrassing.

I was playing my harmonica." (via)

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More like rockin' that harmonica, Blues Man.

A little somethin' like this...

I got pockets on my pants, now.

And I think they're Acid Wash.

My hair is all slicked down

I think Mom thought she dressed me POSH.

I don't got no chest hair,

For my low-cut shirt.

But I've got snaps on my pants for you girl,

And I might just be a flirt.

Got my big 'old 18-wheeler,

On the shelf behind my head.

When I am done here playin',

I'm gonna roll on off to bed.

Gonna wake tomorrow,

And Mom's outfit I do dread.

Pockets are always helpful

And these pants have them aplenty.

"That was 36 years ago...you should see the size of the hole in the lawn now!!! My mom made me wear those pants! OMG, no wonder we're not close anymore." (via)

I love photos that are a moment in time. Kid golfing, Dad in the background doing some lawn assessment, and that amazing vehicle that is part tricycle, part golf cart. Dad in his yard work outfit, complete with those white socks and brown shoes, not planning on being memorialized. Kid in the action shot, pants too short but okay for hanging out on a weekend, at least according to Mom. It's the photos we never take, caught up in the moment itself, but perhaps the photos that tell us the most about that time.

That is some deep stuff I'm slingin' there, ya think?