mister loooves this crisp cold weather. i called this pic twinkletoes before recalling that's what my dad called gay guys, or a little light in the loafers. ha-ha, what a card. i can use some of his phrases and undermine him in retro, a tiny. it's just for fun, right, the tossing of phrases from the past, from a ghosty-head dad. mister was my kind of twinkletoes today, though neither straight nor gay, as he is everyday, even when only his heart twinkles, or his eyes. oh but before i was going to say something about how sometimes, quite oft, i feel rather stupid, and i think that's a dadish legacy too, hey legacy is a mixed blessing, he made me feel dumb, he made me be paradoxical, he made me i swear smarter than him, even though he can't compete now cuz he's dead-- i still can see that smirk, and that twinkle in his eye.