Mac

I am having a date this afternoon with my new friend Mac.  He's very pale and very thin, and I am enjoying him quite a bit.  In fact, he's in my lap right now.  Yes, folks, I am no longer a PC gal.  I am a Macgal.  Being consistently 5 or 6 years behind technology, I am amazed that I am sitting on my couch in the living room and blogging online.  I'm not plugged into a thing, folks.

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes I forget/procrastinate little holidays like birthdays and Father's Day and my own wedding anniversary.  I came across a little book the other day and figured I had probably slacked off a little in previous Father's Days, so dear old Dad deserved something special.  Many of you know my pops is a photographer.  He has also had noted careers in puplic speaking and gun-fighting (not in that particular order.)

But did you know that he also wrote books?  I found this gem on Amazon:

Okay, okay, my dad did not write this book.  But isn't it cool that someone with his EXACT NAME wrote something called "I Watched a Wild Hog Eat My Baby"?  Father's Day gifts do not get any more personal than this.  Grandchildren and a cool book.  You deserve it, Dad.