M.W.C.D. – President & Member…
ah the wonders of child-birth. surely to go down in history as one of God’s greatest miracles/practical jokes. i am sure to some strange-minded individual that child-birth must be amazing and beautiful. after all, whats more beautiful than watching someone push a watermelon out of hole the size of a lemon. lovely.
however, i digress. i am getting off track already. hopefully your wondering what the M.W.C.D. is and how you can be as cool as me and become a member. its simple. M.W.C.D. stands for Men With Crazy Daughters. For those of you who don’t have kids this post will not apply to you for right now but read on… your only one drunken night away from having a brady bunch of your own. 
i decided to create the M.W.C.D. after throwing a birthday party for my daughter (and her crazy friends) this past weekend. At this party were plenty of other people, also now going through the vigorous hazing process of joining the M.W.C.D. You see, its not because they are not smart. My daughter is about the smartest kid I know, reads well above her grade level, and gets all A’ & B’s without any help from her old man (amen). All this somehow still doesn’t prevent her from being crazy. She farts (not in public), she burbs (usually not in public), tells me I have a ‘giggly belly’, and is pretty much the biggest drama queen I know. Sound crazy? Well maybe not. 
Maybe I am the one who is really crazy – cuz I love her and wouldn’t change it for anything.
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