Well, That's Just Great

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Continuing to celebrate five years of “Well, That’s Just Great!”
From August 30, 2010. It ended up being post that was the soul of our book.
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Ducky: You OK, Dad?
Me: Yeah. Sorry about last night.
Ducky: You were pretty upset. Did something happen? Did you lose a toy?
Me: Ha. No. Just feeling lonely.
Ducky: I understand. That’s how I feel when you go to work. But you always come back so I can deal.
Me: Yeah. It’s a different kind of lonely, Duck. You wouldn’t understand.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: Can I tell you a story, Dad?
Me: …Ok.
Ducky: You know you weren’t my first Daddy, right?
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: I loved my first Daddy very much. He took care of me when I was very young. He taught me how to sit, and shake hands, and walk on a leash. He pet me. He made me feel very special.
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: And then one day he left. And left me behind.
Me: At that apartment complex.
Ducky. Yup. And I looked for him for a long time. And when I couldn’t find him I waited for him to come back. And when he didn’t come back, I just sat in those fields spent my days wondering what I did to drive him away. And if I was going to be alone forever.
Me: Sorry, Duck. That must have been awful.
Ducky: But then Judy showed up.
Me: From the shelter.
Ducky: Yup. And she cleaned me up, and took care of me, gave me a place to live, and was a really good friend to me when I needed it. If she hadn’t found me I don’t know what would have happened.
Me: She’s a good person.
Ducky: Yeah. But not a daddy. Do you remember when you found me?
Me: Yeah. At that event at work. Your mom and I had lost Sam a few months earlier. We walked around the corner and there you were.
Ducky: Yup with those two younger, cuter puppies in the crate right next to me.
Me: Yeah. I opened up your crate and you crawled right onto my lap. Like you belonged there.
Ducky: Uh huh. That’s where I was supposed to be. And I didn’t know it until it you were right there in front of me. Until then I really thought I would never have another Daddy. Not a real one.
Me: A real one?
Ducky: Dogs can tell when they have a real daddy and when they’re just being “kept” because they’re fun or cute.
Me: Ah.
Ducky: But you were real. And I found my home that day. I still love and miss my first Daddy, but I am so glad to be here with you.
Me: Yeah.
Ducky: Being lonely and alone hurt, but it got me to a place where I found my real Daddy. So taking the long view, it was worth the pain.
Me: …
Ducky: You’re gonna’ be ok, Daddy.
Me: Thanks, Duck. Love you.
Ducky: Love you too, Daddy.
Ag

Continuing to celebrate five years of “Well, That’s Just Great!”

From August 30, 2010. It ended up being post that was the soul of our book.

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Ducky: You OK, Dad?

Me: Yeah. Sorry about last night.

Ducky: You were pretty upset. Did something happen? Did you lose a toy?

Me: Ha. No. Just feeling lonely.

Ducky: I understand. That’s how I feel when you go to work. But you always come back so I can deal.

Me: Yeah. It’s a different kind of lonely, Duck. You wouldn’t understand.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Can I tell you a story, Dad?

Me: …Ok.

Ducky: You know you weren’t my first Daddy, right?

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: I loved my first Daddy very much. He took care of me when I was very young. He taught me how to sit, and shake hands, and walk on a leash. He pet me. He made me feel very special.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: And then one day he left. And left me behind.

Me: At that apartment complex.

Ducky. Yup. And I looked for him for a long time. And when I couldn’t find him I waited for him to come back. And when he didn’t come back, I just sat in those fields spent my days wondering what I did to drive him away. And if I was going to be alone forever.

Me: Sorry, Duck. That must have been awful.

Ducky: But then Judy showed up.

Me: From the shelter.

Ducky: Yup. And she cleaned me up, and took care of me, gave me a place to live, and was a really good friend to me when I needed it. If she hadn’t found me I don’t know what would have happened.

Me: She’s a good person.

Ducky: Yeah. But not a daddy. Do you remember when you found me?

Me: Yeah. At that event at work. Your mom and I had lost Sam a few months earlier. We walked around the corner and there you were.

Ducky: Yup with those two younger, cuter puppies in the crate right next to me.

Me: Yeah. I opened up your crate and you crawled right onto my lap. Like you belonged there.

Ducky: Uh huh. That’s where I was supposed to be. And I didn’t know it until it you were right there in front of me. Until then I really thought I would never have another Daddy. Not a real one.

Me: A real one?

Ducky: Dogs can tell when they have a real daddy and when they’re just being “kept” because they’re fun or cute.

Me: Ah.

Ducky: But you were real. And I found my home that day. I still love and miss my first Daddy, but I am so glad to be here with you.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: Being lonely and alone hurt, but it got me to a place where I found my real Daddy. So taking the long view, it was worth the pain.

Me: …

Ducky: You’re gonna’ be ok, Daddy.

Me: Thanks, Duck. Love you.

Ducky: Love you too, Daddy.

Ag

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Did you ever wonder how Bane got the money for all of his schemes?
Ag

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Did you ever wonder how Bane got the money for all of his schemes?

Ag

The most wonderful time of the year!

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When all the overprotective parents in their SUVs park all around the entrance to my housing development every school morning to keep their eyes on their precious little butterflies until the bus comes to pick them up. Because:

1) Their spawn can’t walk the two blocks from their house to where the bus picks up. Nope. Must be driven.

2) They must all park there so they can all watch their particular children. No one parent can be entrusted to make sure all of these children can successfully stand around for ten minutes and then step onto a bus.

3) They must park there to keep their children safe…while obstructing the views of cars trying to enter or exit the complex therefore increasing the chance that someone actually does get hurt.

4) They know if they don’t park there one of their kids will so totally get abducted. For sure. Because they swear they heard about that happening once.

People always think I have chosen to not have children because I don’t like children. Nope. I’ve made my choice because I don’t want to become a parent.

Ag

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One of my only published works.
Captain America Vol. 1 #311
Oh…for those who don’t know…my name is Anthony Giffen.
And the letter was awful. Really awful.
Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

One of my only published works.

Captain America Vol. 1 #311

Oh…for those who don’t know…my name is Anthony Giffen.

And the letter was awful. Really awful.

Ag

I’m glad that the VMAs don’t make me feel old.

Since I thought they were a train wreck when I was 17 too.

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Years ago I decided that if I ever owned my own restaurant that I would post these in the restrooms. Ag

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Years ago I decided that if I ever owned my own restaurant that I would post these in the restrooms. Ag

My sarcasm filter broke in 1987. I have no idea if you’re being serious.
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Shopping for a new bicycle saddle
Me: Do you have any “no nose” saddles?
Him: I wouldn’t recommend them.
Me: Why’s that?
Him: They take some getting used to. And they’ll cost you some speed.
Me: Uh huh. But I hear they are more comfortable.
Him: That’s true.
Me: And I’ve read that traditional saddles put excessive pressure on the perineum and that can lead to erectile dysfunction.
Him: I have heard that as well.
Me: So the “no-nose” saddle is more comfortable but will cost me some speed, while the traditional saddle is less comfortable and may cause me to have difficulty getting erections for the rest of my life?
Him:
Me: It’s close, but I’m going to go with the “no nose” saddle.
5 Years Of “Well, That’s Just Great!”

I’d almost forgotten that August marks the fifth birthday for “Well, That’s Just Great!”

To celebrate I’m going to spend the week sharing some of my original content from the last five years. WTJG was started as a creative outlet for me and while it has become so much more, I am proud that I have created and posted something new every day for five years. 

So if there are any posts that you remember, or content you’d like me to revisit (I’ll keep making new stuff this week too) let me know! And if you have followers who you think might enjoy my stuff, it’s a good week to let people know they might like to take a peek!

Thank you so much for reading, for following, and for reaching out and connecting. And big thanks to everyone who is creating their own original content on tumblr. You all inspire me every day!

Ag