Hoffy Birthday to Us | Mental Poo

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Hoffy Birthday to Us

David Hasselhoff has been integrating himself nicely into our household since he first appeared.

I have to tell you, there's nothing quite so awesome as waking up in the morning or coming home from a shitty day at work and seeing David Hasselhoff smiling at you in your living room.

*door opens after fumbling keys*

Me: "UGH. What a shitty day at work. I'm tired and exhausted and ..."

"HEY ROD! Cheer up! Look! I'm IN YOUR LIVING ROOM!"

Me: "Hi David!"

*whistles as rainbows and unicorns and a small gnome named 'Ralph' appear*

His cardboard excellence completes me.

So it was just a matter of time before David also started taking part in some of our get-togethers at the house.

Here, for instance, is me turning 45 years old and celebrating every step of the way with David Hasselhoff surfing behind me, cheerfully:

How can you not be excited around this guy?
You can almost hear him in his Hasselhoff voice saying, "Happy Birthday, Tiger."

Thank you, Hoff.

So when my daughter turned 13 years old, it was obviously a pretty big deal.

We decorated the house with wall hangings and balloons and banners and posters and all kinds of crazy crap hanging from the ceilings.

There was just one last decoration left to do:

It's party time.

I think that adding the balloon tied to his finger was a nice touch.
Then it was party time and we went to dinner and opened presents and it was time for cake

Yay cake!

Me: "WHOA. Don't blow out the candles yet, honey! Someone is missing!"

NOW you can blow out the candles.

As you can see, she was thrilled about David taking part in her celebration.

Then we all sang "Hoffy Birthday to You." I am not kidding.


For us.


Al said...

Is that a tampon with a festive string in the Hoff's mouth?

Vicky said...

The Hoff completes us all.

Agent 54 said...

Hoffy Thanksgiving!

What? Too Obvious? Too Soon?

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