Kindergarten Cop Father's Day Greeting Card Now Available!
I'm just talking to a blinking cursor now. ...Kind of like Doogie Howser M.D. Ooooo NPH.
The one main difference between good ol' Doogie and I, is that he liked to make some kind of prolific statement about what he learned in that episode and all I'm going to do is talk about an abusive detective. An abusive detective that goes deep undercover as a kindergarten teacher to find a bad guy.
Honestly, I'm not even going to talk too much about the movie. If you haven't already seen Kindergarten Cop, words just won't do it justice. Seriously though, you should throw this on your Netflix, and get ready for some early '90s action-comedy featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger at his (some say) finest. It's also directed by Ivan Reitman, who made Ghostbusters!
There's a ton of sayings that would have worked well for this card, but for some reason my wife and I constantly say, "Who is your daddy, and what does he do?" to each other...in the most random situations possible. So, it just felt right. Also in the running were, "It's not a tumor!" and "I'm a cop, you idiot!" but I felt like the first one was too insensitive for a get well card and the second phrase would only pander to rude police officers. Sooooo...
Wait, maybe I'm missing a market here.
Anyway, Father's Day is coming up and since our beloved phrase involves the word "daddy", I figured this was a good fit. Plus, it's hilarious.
You can purchase this card for you dad here! I can also make 8x10" prints, but those are available upon custom request.
We barf because we love…
It’s not an uncommon thing to say that everyone shows love in their own way. In fact, I’m sure that love looks different in different parts of the world. Yet I sure can’t understand why we have people use the term “love birds.” Um, people, have you seen birds take care of each other? They literally vomit into each other’s mouths. INTO THEIR MOUTHS! Ahem..uh forgive me my friend…just had to get that out.
My wife had a parrot when she was growing up that would fling her deliciously regurgitated nuts and millet up and fling it all around her room. Then she would stare at you with her love eyes and go, “Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiwiwiwi” in a soft voice. She only knew one word, her name. Kiwi. Kiwi lives at the in-laws house. Just for the record, she lives there because of our crazy bird blood-craving cats and not because of my callous, vom-hating heart.
At any rate, I wanted to make a card for all you lovers out there and somehow it got synthesized with my feelings about Kiwi regurgitating on me. Here you go!
You can go right ahead and order one or five thousand of these or my other cards over at my Etsy shop.