I know I don't talk about him a lot. He works a lot. A real awful lot. He leaves for work at 1:30 in the morning and he gets home about 5:30 in the evening. That is 16 hours a day. On Saturday he gets off early. He only works 12 hours that day. He's not around for most of our adventures. He's working. Or asleep. Or listening, watching or breathing Arkansas Razorbacks Sports.
You will never see him without his Arkansas Razorback shirt. Or sweatshirt. Or coat. Or socks. Or all of the above. I haven't found and Razorback undies yet, but when I do, I will get The Breadman some.
He has 32 Arkansas Razorback shirts, five coats, six sweatshirts and three windbreakers. His truck has all the paraphernalia - magnets, flags, Crazy fan guy stuck on the back window, license plates, antenna ball, etc.
This year I am giving him money to go towards his Arkansas Razorback season tickets. They are expensive! He saves up money all year to buy them. He cut out "the extras" in life so he can afford them - chocolate Milk, Diet Coke, Fast Food on the run at work, Valentine flowers for his wife. (Ahem, I got that one corrected. Valentine flowers are not "extras".)
So, Happy Birthday to The Breadman.
*If you see a Breadman at the store. Thank him. He hasn't seen his family in days.