Can't you just hear Dale Evans and Roy Rogers? "Hi! Good to see you. It's the most wonderful time of the year..." Bells are chiming, children are laughing in the background. It's a festive holiday scene with everyone jolly and gay. No, it's not Christmas. Even better. Travapalooza is here! Christmas has twelve days, heck, we go a full thirty-one for The Guy. Not even a month with thirty days will do, no, we need as much Travfest as we can get with the climax coming right smack-dab in the middle. March 15th. Circle it in red, boys and girls. The world stops revolving around the sun, just for a day, and all heavenly bodies change course and begin to revolve around The Guy. Defy the laws of physics? Why not? Anything is possible for The Guy.
Was that just a bit too over the top?
Even though the bulk of this post is an homage to The Guy, I couldn't bring myself to post his pictures. The Infant is sooo much cuter. Scratch that. It's possible I could be sent to the pound and put down for uttering such phrases in March. It's sort of like threatening the president. Just don't do it. Let's try this again...
Even though the bulk of this post is an homage to The Guy, I didn't post his pictures. Mere photographs don't do his manly beauty justice. You'll have to settle for pictures of this average looking baby instead.
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