Dad on Father's Day

As kids, we didn’t appreciate Dad’s keen fashion-forward styling. He wore boxers when all the other dads wore tightie whities. And later, when the other dads switched to boxers, our dad made sure his boxers stuck out of his clothes. OK, so maybe they stuck out below his shorts instead of above his pants but that was the only detail he got wrong.

He is quite a trendsetter. Dad had a buzz cut when the other men were still growing out their hair. He drove a VW bug long before small cars were considered “cool”. Thirty years before the word minimalist was coined, Dad was an outspoken card-carrying member of the club. (We had the only black and white TV on the block.)

After all these years, I am finally able to accept Dad’s uncanny ability to predict future trends. Just watch the celebrities, over-sized aviator glasses will be the next big thing.

My sister's dog Spike.

I like dogs but they’re too needy. Having a dog would be like having another husband… he’d always be following me around, begging for a meal… he’d whine when he didn’t get what he wanted.

Men and dogs are very similar. They both like to pee on tires and will spend an entire day chasing a ball (men call it golf). Give them any opportunity and they have their face in your crotch. And what’s with all the farting? Have you ever heard a cat fart? No. it’s definitely a dog and man thing.

What about cars you ask? Men think a car ride should be an exhilarating experience (just like a dog). Woman just need to get the kids to soccer practice on time.

It doesn’t mean we don’t love our husbands and our dogs. It just means that I can only deal with one of them at a time.