Yeah, that’s right. I am now a pinata! My daughter, Jessica, sent this to me from New York for Father’s Day. She did it all by hand. The tie dye shirt, the tattoo, the graying mustache. She even printed a cover of one of my novels and put it in my hand.
And I don’t think I have ever posted a photo of what she got me for a birthday present when she was in Spain… or maybe Portugal… with her husband. Oh yeah, a customized stamp for making my initials in wax to seal things.
This is the same kid who got me made into an actual Scottish Lord. She also set me up with my blacksmithing classes and my glass blowing classes. And she compiles all my novels to send to the printers.
She has given me lots of cool, weird stuff. I have done posts about them. I am a lucky dad.
Are you supposed to blacksmith out a hammer or a mace to hit the pinata? Are you even supposed to hit that pinata?
Oh, you can hit that. HA!
I’d hit that. I mean, with a stick.
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