I don’t know why I’m bothering with this post, knowing how much you all hate cross-eyed zebras, but full as I am with pride and satisfaction, I cannot help but share news of the gift I received this past weekend. Being a father has many perks, but chief among these has to be the acquisition of this fine set of four Nice Guys Finish Third mugs.
Thank you, Robbi.
I’m sure Robbi would be willing to sell you a set of your own, but the poor girl cannot stand the thought of further rejection.
As for our shockingly innovative democratic t-shirt funding/production/distribution scheme, the tally of interested parties is now up to six. We only need five more suckers and we’re home free.
To those of you patiently waiting for more pictures of buffalo and their assorted South Dakota kin, please wait patiently a bit longer yet. We’re having one of those weeks, but like all weeks, it will eventually end.
