I often give my dad grief because, unlike Mother, he doesn’t carry pictures of my adorable mug on his person 24/7/365. To be honest, I’m surprised when dad remembers my name. So expecting him to have my photo album in his constant possession for spontaneous show and tell is simply unrealistic. Don’t get me wrong, my dad is (at least claims to be) the coolest guy in the solar system. He’s definitely the most handsome. He’s just not the type to carry pictures of things he cares about. Unless we’re talking about his precious bicycles. He has a wallet full of bike pictures.

In a strange, albeit flattering gesture, dad has created… err, modified a series of musical album covers that feature my name and likeness. He tells me he is going to hang them on his wall at work. But I have serious doubts. About him being employed, that is.

Anyhoo, these are aforementioned images – along with the original cover art that dad stole from. Gee thanks, dad. I guess.