The tale of the sanddad
On June 20, 2004, Jodie and I went to the beach on Cape Cod (a.k.a. The Hook). There were all these families there who were like wishing a happy father's day to their dads and who were running into neighbors and saying stuff like, "oh, are you guys doing father's day stuff?" and stuff like that. Well, Jodie and I felt left out. See, we can't hang out with our dads on father's day, because our dads are dead dads. I mean, I suppose we COULD hang out with them, but that's kind of fucked. Anyway, I digress. So we decided we wanted to have dads too, just like all the rest of the lovely families on the beach. Um, these beachgoing families also had coordinated Land's End beach totes and umbrellas, but I didn't see us coveting that stuff. But again, I digress. So we wanted a dad so much that we made one:So yeah. That's the dad we made. After we had a dad, we felt much better. We were like all of the other kids. Oh, and then we were lying there in the sun frying and we heard some girl yell, "Is that your dad?" We shrieked with laughter, but then we looked up and she was talking to her friend, whose dad was walking toward them. Oh well. We can pretend she meant us. Isn't creating your own reality what this page is all about?
We now return you to our normally scheduled Dead Dad Page, already in progress.






