My running what's-going-to-show-up-at-the-door-today contest with JDUB reached a new level today.
DEFCON 2.
I'll admit to raising the stakes a bit over the years.
Including, but not limited to, items I've sent him:
A couple of steaks left over from our Barclay Dinner at POG I. Mailed parcel post.
Artificial dog poop.
A rubberized the dog ate my homework throw up model.
Numerous OSU useless gadgets all in PMS 166 orange.
A birthday Pizza from Dominoes.
A personalized subscription to Maxim magazine, this one sent to the Boots & Coots World Headquarters so the minions in the mailroom could get a little enjoyment.
A fully loaded pizza (extra pork) delivered in the midst of his fancy dancy catered dinner party for the Oil Minister of Algeria at his palatial home in Houston.
Costing him a $1000 for Deb's and Jon's favorite charity, Paws for Pilots, in an effort to save his cowboy moustache at POG V.
All this pales in comparison to what showed up on my doorstep today, via airfreight.
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He sent me a dog.
Since he's a male and I wanted to think of JDUB every time he licked his nuts, I named him DUBSKI.
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Well he's certainly raised the bar in the arms race.
I've already been in contact with the International Asian Child Relief Adoption Network, with a potential mid America placement.
We're on our way to DEFCON 1.
Welcome Dubski, we're gonna have some fun.