Happy Father's Day!

 So considering Mark just lost two of his babies within a month - Brookie, then Factor - I knew today would be an especially difficult one for him. 

So I got him this card to make him laugh right off the bat - because the first line is TRUE! 😂

The last part isn't, of course, because Ziggy's fully housebroken and never does - but I wouldn't put it past him if Mark continues to blame him for his foghorn-rivalling farts!  😂

I had him open this card first and it worked - Mark laughed for like 10 minutes. 😂

Then he said "Where on earth did you find this card?"

I said, "Amazon, of course - apparently,  you're not the only pet dad who does that!"  🤣

So both Mark and I were Midwest/Mid-South socially trained to never, ever say the word "Fart," because it was crass. 

So it was "pass gas," if you HAD to say something, but mostly you didn't.

Also "Poop" or "Pee" - mostly, we just said "go to the bathroom," but if pressed, the most I could say was "#1" or "#2" growing up 🤣

However, motherhood cured me of that, #1 and #2 sounds ridiculous as an adult, so my little sister and I just began saying "poop" randomly as young adults.

Not only because it's slightly less crass than sh*t (and less weird and overly formal than "bowel movement" or "defecate," which are words that should be reserved for the doctor's office), but because in addition to just being a funny word, being able to say this word as an adult felt much like the privilege of staying up later.

This, of course, was much to the dismay of my mother, who still scrunches up her face when we say it 😂

Well, not as badly as she used to, now she just sort of says "Now, girls ..." 

Hehehe.

Mark, on the other hand, being former military will drop the other F-word bomb at the drop of a hat, being former military, but still struggles to ever say "fart," just like I do, for some reason?  

Don't get me wrong, he has no problem doing it - as I said, the sound rivals foghorns, and he just blames "Ziggy, why'd you do that?" without fail - he just won't say the word!

(He  used to struggle with ever saying "poop," too, but me, my little sister, and my daughter cured him of that, so now he says it all the time, with gusto! 😂)

Of course, we never say either in polite company or formal situations, just around the house or with close family or friends - except the word "fart" continues to be a residual social-training hurdle we have to consciously jump over to ever say.

So let me just jump over that hurdle now, as an adult, in honor of Father's Day!?!

Fart, Fart, FART!

Hehehe -  that felt liberating and satisfyingly rebellious! 😂

Anyway, Ziggy, being the superstar that he is, of course just autographed the card "Z" ...

I got Mark 3 gifts, one of which is THIS - because he loves his alma mater AND the absurd idea of Bigfoot ....

And this third gift was special-ordered and got delayed, but it looks like this (only it has a little stand to help it sit up on your mantel or dresser, etc.) 

That's a picture of Mark and Factor for the first D, Mark and Ziggy for the A, and Mark and Brookie for the second D 🥰

I'll post a picture of it whenever it finally arrives.

Hope everyone has a fart-free Father's Day!

(And if it isn't, don't blame your dog!)

The last part