On Twitter the Mom's of the blogosphere hold #wineparties and boast how much wine they can drink after the kids are in bed. Everyone scrolls down their news feed, laaaauuughhhhs and chortles at the conversation happening, but when a Dad sends a Tweet out about having a beer with the guys, everyone is all up in their jammy (again, what the hell is your jammy?) about how they should spend time with their wives. Well we would but they are busy at some sort of #wineparty.
Facebook is similar, if a Dad posts some sort of meme about the trials and tribulations of being a Dad, his jammy gets all blown up and people tell him to enjoy the time he has with his kids but if a Mom posts one about how kids ruined her life, people are like "Amen sister! You tell them! I feel for you!"
Then there is the Beer. Yes, we drink beer like a Mom drinks wine and we do it for the same reason. We need to decompress. Beer is good, it can count as your grain. If you throw in a few Doritos you have dairy too. I don't condone drinking eight glasses a day for fear of being called a raging alcoholic by some people.
Now we have reached the tip top of the Dad Food Pyramid, the teensy little triangle up there is where we can eat What We Want. This is a limited category but a welcomed one. This is where you can indulge in your nachos, buffalo wings and REAL hamburgers (not those sumshed ones from McDonald's).
So eat well my fellow Dads and don't worry about the e-cards you post, I find those ones funny.
*On a side note, I want to thank Jenn for letting me do this guest post on her blog for two reasons, she's pretty cool and she has a lot of followers who will read this...yes I just self-whored myself out.*