For those of you who have not met me in real life, I probably have to explain what happens every summer when I remove my shirt.
Every single summer in the eyes of women, I am inextricably linked to the image of Daniel Craig shirtless.
It's probably because we share a common Scottish heritage; we are both vital, virile animals that can bend a woman's will until she begs us to please for god's sake put the shirt back on before she loses all self-control.
We are linked. I have not yet met a woman who can gaze upon me bare-chested and not think to herself, "I wish it was Daniel Craig shirtless instead of this guy. I am going to lose control of my lunch".
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day to all my friends and loved ones who have cast away time and energy and life and breath and sanity and dignity and personal boundaries in the pursuit of raising small humans in hopes of training them to be serviceable members of society, instead of Congresspeople.
There is never a guarantee of success or appreciation, but I appreciate the mothers in my life.
Yesterday [Wife] and I had a good conversation about my mom's lasting impact on how we parent the Reddoch spawn. Although we've missed my mom for the last nine years, my kids continue to reap the benefits of the privilege of being her grandchildren.
So this is me hoisting a beer in honor of moms I know.
I am still drinking it out of the bottle, and I am not using a coaster.
Keep on Mom-ing, Moms.