Truer words have never been spoken - or sang - than those by Karen Carpenter: Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. Yesterday was Monday, which is obviously a horrid day by anyone's standards, except for maybe those weirdos who actually enjoy their jobs. What's that like anyway? Anyway, it's raining in Chaska today, so I'm just sitting around talking to myself and feeling old... sometimes I'd like to quit... nothing ever seems to fit... hanging around, nothing to do but frown... yea, rainy days and Mondays really do get me down. I'm usually more of a Muskrat Love kind of guy, if you get my drift, and I think you do (wink). Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese... muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes. Thank you, Captain & Tennille, for making life worth living (and for conjuring up images of medium-size rodents humping in the wild)!
Something else that makes life worth living - being Claire's papa. I might not be the best dad in the world (yet), but I'm working on it. Before becoming a dad myself, I used to picture Fred Sanford whenever I thought of "dad" from the movie or television world. I enjoyed how he lovingly referred to his son, Lamont, as "big dummy" or told his sister-in-law (Esther), "You're so ugly, I could push your face in dough and make gorilla cookies!" But times have changed, and I'm more inclined to think of Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie. Maybe it's because his kids called him "Pa". Who knows? But I took THIS online test to determine which TV dad are you most like, and the results are in: Ward Cleaver - Congratulations, your impeccable parenting has set an impossible standard for generations of dads to follow! Well that's just swell. Aside from the fact I rarely shave, haven't worn a suit to work in nearly four years, and I NEVER sit in the den reading the newspaper while Linda prepares dinner, I guess you could say I'm a pretty good match to Ward.
Anyway, my friends over at The Evolution of Dad are currently running a Facebook poll in which I hope you'll participate (HERE). Thanks to a fancy interwebs tracking gizmo thingamajig, I have a report that says this blog receives just over 100 "unique visitors" per day. This tells me that in addition to my four faithful readers, there are about 100 frustrated dog owners out there who stumble upon this blog after Googling "how to get a dog to stay at home". But I'll take any traffic I can get, and so will my Evolution of Dad friends. Please go spend 10 seconds and take this poll (obviously, you have to have a Facebook account to access it), and become a fan of their Facebook page, too.