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The third Sunday in June — that makes this Father's Day, doesn't it? It's interesting that there hasn't been nearly as much discussion of this particular holiday as there was of Mother's Day last month, which was lauded as "a breeder's favorite holiday" on the regional news broadcasts, if I'm not mistaken. I suppose that's only to be expected, though, in a world where we're all designated a new supposed mother upon our arrival; we aren't nearly so well-represented when it comes to fathers.

I suppose that's for the better in some ways, certainly.

I also suppose there's a certain irony in the fact that I escaped our "breeder's favorite holiday" relatively unscathed, but now a month later, I've found myself saddled yet again with a brood of eggs. Perhaps that's not so unheard of, though — it does take two, or so I'm told. If you'd be interested in adopting one, please contact me; I'd be more than happy to pass it along to a good home.

More and more, I find myself wondering if these creatures don't have far more of an appreciation for irony than we frequently give them credit for.


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