Happy Father's Day:
Father Time is the mother of all action figures:
Becoming a house husband can be a close second but not if you don't let it --
New to the job? Let it be known that if invited to a Tupperware Party you'll be wearing a hardhat and kilts. Real Scotsmen don't wear underwear under their kilts. If a real tough mother does invite you over she won't let you sit down anywhere or at least not on a white or light colored couch. I've been waiting fourteen years for a Tupperware Party invitation. Guess what? You're right. I never got one. So, once you got that out of the way you can call yourself anything you want because this is America. One of the things I call myself is: writer.
Here's some other job descriptions you can use:
If you're changing diapers: Waste Disposal Engineer. Ever write a check? Property Manager. Brush the dog: Dog Groomer. Make toast: Electronics Engineer. Change the oil in your twenty-year-old car: Auto Mechanic. A week late on your taxes: Tax Resister. See where I'm going with this.
You are not a househusband you're Captain of the Bridge, the fate of all civilization is in your hands. Really. You are helping to raise a child or children that may never start a war, that might cure cancer, or become president, or someone that will be happy and live a full life.
So, when you're in your Soccer Dad Car and you see a beautiful woman speed by on a Harley you can forget about your plethora of job titles now and again (you're only human), but never forget that a father by any other name is still a father by any other name.
Happy Father's Day: Pat, Dick, Jack, Billy, Jim, Steven, Jackie, Bret, Larry, Mathew, Bob, Merrill, Eric, Dean, and in memory of: Bill, Lloyd, Gary, Orlin, Dick G., Ralph, and Bernard.
Hey, is this the same guy that the security crew at El Al refused to check for an underwear bomb?
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