Swear to blog, that just arrived in email. Give Dad the gift of constant surveillance just doesn’t have the same ring.
“Give Dad the gift of a sharp stick in the eye!” -or-
“Give Dad the gift of an anal probe!”
Hate me some google, they can just eat my whole butt.
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For the last 25 years, the only thing I can do for Fathers’ Day is visit his grave.
I hate to like this, but you have all my condolences for your loss.
Mr. Blair – my condolences, sir. I’ve been visiting my father’s grave for a bit over 30 years now; he died much too young, at 52. And then I almost followed him when I turned 53, but the concerted efforts of a superb medical team saved my life, and got me on track to a healthier lifestyle, so that I may just have a few more years left, to marvel at these wondrous times we live in.
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