Last month, Dadisodes went on yet another business trip.  This time it was to California.

I’ve mentioned here many, many times about the one and only rule I have regarding his business trips and our daughter- Do not bring back any. stuffed. animals.

I am in no way exaggerating when I say she has enough stuffed animals to donate 1 for each child in China.  Seriously, no one ever gives her anything else as gifts.

Especially her father.

Before she was even born, he went out and bought her a tiny plush Blue’s Clues puppy while he was away.  And through the years, and many moves across the country, the furry beasts have piled higher and higher.

So whenever Dadisodes leaves out of town, I must remind him of that one rule.  I even offer suggestions, such as a magnet, a tee shirt, the cheap airplane headphones they try to weasel $5 out of you for, I don’t care!

But it rarely works.

Allow me to breakdown his track record:

- August ‘08 – Dadisodes returned with a stuffed road runner animal thing that had a striking resemblance to road kill.

- March ‘09 – The geek extraordinaire brought home ladybug MAGGOTS.  Not stuffed animals, but maggots.

- June ‘09 – Homeboy came home with these ladies (yes, plural)…

(Is it me, or does Daisy Duck look a little despondent about being the newest addition to the largest stuffed animal shelter, ever?)

How he managed to squeeze two plus-sized Disney bitches in his suitcase, I have no idea.  My guess is he left his boxers in the hotel for the cleaning service.

As I raised my finger and widened my eyes in his direction, he reached behind his back and gently slid this beneath my nostrils.

Wuss.

At least there was less laundry.

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