The other night, I was working on some dinner plans with our son Byron and somehow the conversation drifted our headboard. The headboard itself was made by my Father-In-Law a few years ago as a Christmas gift. Dad had asked what I wanted that summer and I had said that we needed a headboard and I would be proud to have one made by my Father.
The wood was harvested from their farm and sawed, turned sanded and varnished all by my Father-In-Law. It's a wonderful, cherished gift. A few years ago, I noticed the 'eyes' that stare at me on my side of the bed. Divine intervention? Some judgement on the marriage? Or just the fact that the pine had two branches that came out at that area of wood?
Well, either way, it's always been a fun thing to point out. And as I discussed the eyes with Byron, I decided to add that Aliens were wankers. Wankers because they never stop for a good photo op, always probing humans without consent, never even give a good drink or dinner before the probing.
I had to take the picture and as Byron says, it seems as though Zeus is saying the same thing: Aliens are Wankers.
The wood was harvested from their farm and sawed, turned sanded and varnished all by my Father-In-Law. It's a wonderful, cherished gift. A few years ago, I noticed the 'eyes' that stare at me on my side of the bed. Divine intervention? Some judgement on the marriage? Or just the fact that the pine had two branches that came out at that area of wood?
Well, either way, it's always been a fun thing to point out. And as I discussed the eyes with Byron, I decided to add that Aliens were wankers. Wankers because they never stop for a good photo op, always probing humans without consent, never even give a good drink or dinner before the probing.
I had to take the picture and as Byron says, it seems as though Zeus is saying the same thing: Aliens are Wankers.
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