While on the phone with my mom, my dad was trying on different shirts to wear to my titi’s wedding and I kept on hearing him ask my mom her opinion. After about fifteen minutes of trying on different shirts, he ended up deciding to just pack them all so he can make the final decision later. I swear, this guy is a diva hahaa. This is the same guy that brought ten pair of shoes (not including sandals) and a dozen sunglasses to Puerto Rico when we were only there for a week. And the same guy who’s bag was overweight because of all his clothes and accessories he brought. Everything and anything that has to do with dressing up, my dad goes into full diva mode. The funniest part is he is such a big and burly guy and never admits to his diva tendencies.