Turn them into colorful, decorative works of art, then toss the remains!
I need a place to vent on the stupid song lyrics.
This place is as good as any.
In moments of extreme daftness, this Dadism came through loud and clear!
When we were kids, impending sassiness and a sour look on our faces, often brought this Dadism upon us.
“Where’s the Cops” is Dad-speak for “Somebody needs to be arrested for being stupid or dangerous!”
When we behave stupidly, Dad is good at highlighting it with a mild-mannered, non-profane, but well-deserved insult.
“Numbnutz” is often appropriate in times of absent-mindedness, and is one of my favorites.
You remember advent calendars, right?
They’re those boxes you get in December. They have 24 or 25 little doors with a chocolate or toy hiding behind each one. Each day you open one, and agonizingly mark the march towards Christmas day!
Well I had this chocolate Santa, and a box-knife, and got this idea…
Back in 2000, I had a new toy. A 1969 Pontiac Firebird convertible.
Of course it had to be featured in that year’s Christmas card!