EVERY PAPA HAS THEIR DAY

In case you didn't know, it's Father's Day. Every mother has her (or his) day. And every Father has his (or her) day.

I was going to say that I drilled the wife for Father's Day. What really happened is that the wife bought me a new cordless Bosch drill for the occasion.

Daughter Dawn/son-in-law Keith followed suit with a set of drill bits. All stuff I can use and use regularly.

And then there's son Max who often emulates that the apple does not fall far from the tree. The three displays are from the son in South Korea: Seoul to be exact. They arrived this week in a package marked as being purchased from a company called the Perpetual Kid. Right up my alley.

To add to my collection of stuff like this is the Hillary nutcracker. It's truly is a collector's item worthy of show status in my home office. How appropriate.

This ranks right up there with my Beavis and Butthead TV talker. It's a model of the two sitting on a couch. Every time I hit a button on the TV remote either Beavis or Butthead says one of a bunch of stuff" "What a bunch of dumb asses. Whoa! Check it out! What the hell is this crap! Whoa! That's pretty cool. I AM CORNHOLIO! (my favorite). Shut up fart knocker! This kicks ass, This sucks! There's no nudity. Same crap on every channel! Yeah!! Change it!"

Cracking nuts with Hillary's thighs will rank right up there with Beavis and Butthead. This Christmas will be the perfect time to gather around the Christmas tree and let Hillary bust our nuts.


Ya gotta laugh at this one, too. Poo, poo reindeer. Gracie and I will have fun with this one. Gotta watch the poo poo though. There's a couple of dogs in the house that would love scarfing up on one or more of them.

Cool stuff.
Grace and I will also have fun with the bubbles. The dogs will love them. too. The wife has already warned that bubbles can stain and that they're an outside toy.

What would life be without the mothers in this world to mother those who have no mothers?

Thanks Max, Candace, Dawn and Keith for making this a memorable Father's Day.

On this Father's Day and before the wife leaves this morning for 10 days in Spain the question remains, shall I drill or be drilled?