Dad just came back from his second annual visit to his first grandson out in the arctic north (okay, central Minnesota, to be exact), and I have to say- I'm more than a little perturbed.
Did he give me lots of cutesy pictures of grandson number one and all the fun things they did together to post here? Did he show mom and me pictures of the jack-o-lanterns they carved or the fun they had playing at the park? Nooooooo!
What does he give me to put on here?
And as if these weren't enough, he threw in another two.
The nerve! He leaves the warmth of the south and the love of his faithful, longtime companion (oh, and mom, too)
to whore out his lap and attention on these two... creatures! Awww, look how smug. Look how nice and comfy and cozy we are on MY dad's lap! Gee, how cute. NOT!
I'm going on strike. I'm not talking to the bastard. Me and mom are going to ignore him. Right, mom? Mom? Hello?
Looks like I'm on my own here. Anyway, I'm going to pummel this cretin with my hairball wrath as payback for-- wait a minute, gotta go. I hear him opening a can of food. Bye.