I’ don’t mean those lovable birds that I knew as a child growing up that taught me how to be rude, I mean Dad Gone Mad.  I read today about his shenanigans at a sporting event.  Not only is his post hilarious, but when you read some of the comments, you may also have to clean the screen.

Speaking of Dad Gone Mad, a BoB Award winning blog (dude a little link love on that banner?), The BoB Awards are once again kicking off the end of 2006 and we are taking suggestions for categories, asking for volunteers, and basically trying to figure out how we are going to fit all of this into a schedule that is already a 20 hour day debacle. 

Go over and check out DGM’s post then head over to The BoB Awards and give us some feedback or sign up to volunteer.  This is going to be a huge year and I have a very exciting announcement as a result.  No Mom, we are not having number 5….sheesh.  I can already feel the sting…

I don’t mean like the sting bath night either. Yeah,  last night was bath night and Genuine Boy decided Mr. Bubble was not potent enough with a capful so he decided to use half the bottle.  Of course, I didn’t realize this until I rinsed their heads and the soap concentration entered their eyes, but I think we have now learned a lesson.  Me or them you need to decide for yourself, but I digress. 

Oh, and Mr. Bubble?  We need to change the color, apparently, Genuine Boy feels that the pink color should not be used for a boys’ bath.  Maybe that’s why he wanted to concentrate the strength.  Another lesson learned, pink is not always a girly thing, and girly things are not always weak.  There I go digressing again. 

Who wants ice cream?  Bring your own scoop.

Tags: Dad Gone Mad, The BoB Awards 2006, BoB Awards, Mr. Bubble

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