My husband's Fathers Day gift this year was my allowing him to golf all day Saturday. I guess he's pretty good at golf. Or so he tells me. He's in a charity tournament every June, and unfortunately his team won, meaning we have possession of the eyesore above until next summer. I have no clue what a shark fin has to do with golf so don't ask. I suspect this will go missing tomorrow after he leaves for work and I'll happen to find it Memorial Day Weekend 2010.
The team name was "Too Big To Fail" and the event's founder deemed them having "a good chance to win provided President Obama doesn't mandate the redistribution of strokes to less fortunate foursomes." And you thought Republicans weren't funny!
Oh, I also got up with the girls this morning so he could sleep in. I'd say all in all my gift -- in female terms -- equates to 2-carat diamond stud earrings. Color of at least a G and no inclusions. Of course I don't have pierced ears but that's besides the point. Which reminds me: I got my ears sewn up many years ago after they tore and didn't get them re-pierced. But now I think I need some earrings to detract from my aging head. Big-ass hoops seem the logical choice. I'll report back on how many people notice my rejuvenated appearance.