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!"|
|How can you not be excited around this guy?|
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.|
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.
IT WAS AMAZING.