Birthday Blowout

A while ago it was my birthday. All was going smoothly and it was turning out to be a great day. Until my D.A.D.S. decided to try and give my birthday a jolt. He'd been gone for months and right when I had completely forgot about him he came back. Bam. He hit me with a big surprise. My birthday present was a big bundle of excuses. Why do D.AD.S. have to be that way? Comment away. Whoever has the most believable and understandable answer is a genius and is worthy of an instant I.Q. boost. If you get it you deserve an I.Q. raise of at least 70 points. Ciao for now!