Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey rutledge, kelly colson rutledge and daniel robert rutledge.

on this father’s day, joey didn’t get a new camera (although this defies our financial strategy, which is: buy cameras until we go broke). or the new video game that he wanted (something about indiana jones and legos). or the bottle of patron silver i had every intention of getting him (all the better to make me mojitos with). what he did get was to spend this weekend at the races, with his brother jacob. he’ll be racing the car upon which he and his son are sitting in the above picture. i know that he is dreaming of the day when danny can endure the 12-hour (or longer) stretches in the georgia summer heat that racing at atlanta dragway requires. one day when our lovely can be relied upon not to do things like climb every vertical structure, try to steal every vehicle he encounters, and poop in his pants. joey loves being a father alright, but when he can take him racing, that’s when it will be good times, and it will be worth all the punches to the face and nads that danny never fails to bestow upon him.

in related news, recently i read a post about life advice that made me glad i did something right for once. the advice is attributed to maggie mason, and it goes like this: “when i was single, i decided i wouldn’t marry a man unless i could be proud if we had a son who turned out exactly like him.” i’m not going to say that i had anything this cohesive in mind when i decided (pretty much on sight) that joey would do just fine for a husband, thank you very much. however. if my son turns out exactly like his father, i will be so proud that nobody will even be able to tolerate me, and y’all won’t even read our blog anymore. it’s a chance i’ll take. happy father’s day.