The Father's Day Boutique Can Blow Me...
THIS is my Father's Day post. I love my kids more than a 58 year old, white male, with a micro sized wiener loves his new Corvette. I love my kids more than a dog loves the smell of his own shit. I love my kids more than Joanie loved Chachi. But God dammit, I hate that fucking Father's Day boutique. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Anyone? The Father's Day boutique is basically a shitty little indoor garage sale that takes place in elementary schools all over the world. OK, maybe just on Long Island. I can't say for sure. Anyway, they had it when I was a kid and they have it now. What happens is right before Father's Day, the school sets up a bunch of tables and garnishes them with what seems to be a bunch of items that were made in China but not good enough to make it to the 99 cents store. The worst part of this horrible tradition is that my kid comes to me with pretty much the sweetest smile you've ever seen and says... Daughter - "Daaaaaadd...