*sigh.
My dad just called me, laughing hysterically. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Hi dad.
Dad: What happens when a cat eats a ball of yarn?
Me: It gets a really bad hairball?
Dad: No. It has mittens! *laughs*
Dad: Isn’t that funny?
Me: No. It’s terrible actually.
Dad: No. It’s funny.
Me: No it’s not. It’s terrible. It barely even makes sense.
Dad: Nuh uh. It’s funny. I bet you tell it to someone within 24 hours.
So there you have it. I guess I told a lot of people.
The more important thing: Is it in the “Father’s Manual” to tell lame jokes? What’s the protocol to get that chapter amended?
All Buttoned Up 
LOL. dads are great.
Well. I see where you get your sense of humor now.
Kidding! I’m kidding. I think it’s something about when a man reproduces that turns on the previously silent “bad joke” gene. My older brother started wearing dad shirts when my oldest niece turned two. I imagine he’ll be breaking out the whoopee cushions at the birth of the third kid. It’s inevitable.
Not just lame jokes, lame puns! Seriously, it must be something in our genetic code, like when adults are innately inspired to talk to cats, dogs and babies in supersonic frequencies…. At least he’s telling knitter jokes! Shows he loves you and cares deeply enough about your interests to hunt down bad jokes (which I think must be a really time-consuming past-time).
well my three-year old daughter thought it was funny – so that’s something, i guess…
heh heh, dad jokes are the best!
I have to admit that I giggled 🙂
I never realized this before, but I think I must actually be a dad.
I laughed.
haha, but then again my best friend tells me all the time that I’m just a crochety middle aged man in a 21 year old woman’s body.
=D
Ps- love the blog.
My dad is exactly the same! It’s terrible! Until I do the same thing, in which case that is allowed of course. Puns are only bad if it’s someone else telling them.
Har har har.
Oh, dads 😉
Hey, I dont think it turned out THAT bad. Okay so thats far from a compliment but the back does look wonderful. Plus do you remember all the crap I first made while exploring a sewing machine. Hell do you STILL remember all the crap I make with a sewing machine. Either way love you, love it, bring it up next time I can see.