Curse you airborne allergens!
The Journal of a Cynical Dad
Last night I picked my parents up from the Ferry Terminal. During the drive into town I waxed on about how great a Father's Day I had, what a great father The Boy has, and how I (obviously)
Happy day, Fathers. I hope you enjoyed your backrubs and Champaign breakfasts. Me? I spent Father's Day giving P a belated Mother's Day. She got to spend the day doing whatever she wanted and I took care of The Boy.
Recently, for reasons I can't explain, the topic of sperm donation has been on my radar. It turns out there are people out there who will pay good money for something most men are happy to supply.
A: Because he doesn't shower before work.