a) It's really *your* fault for not submitting these earlier, and
b) See point 'a'.
Besides, it's not like there's anything here that really screams "Dad", you know?
And maybe the golf clip art.
But the actual cake? That's just screaming, "For the love of Sweet Duncan Hines, WHAT AM I?!?"
If only I knew, little Wreck. If only. I. knew.
Here's how you tell Pop you're on to all those Christmas shenanigans of his:
And then there's the weird stuff.
A shared love of cycloptic mutant bunnies.
And finally, the most horrifying Father's Day Wreck I've seen all week, hands down:
Wanda W., Clint R., Laura M., Heather L., & Katie T., high fives all 'round.
TOUR REMINDER: Hey, Salt Lake City, for a good time be at The King's English Bookshop tonight at 7pm (or a bit before). We've got all kinds of goodies in store for you. [saucy wink]
Update from john: Did you know that apparently, little boys are made up of Y chromosomes and Epcots? Neither did I...