An Offer It Was My Pleasure To Accept

my dad's 70th birthday is coming up in a couple of months...my sister came up with a cool idea for a group gift from all of his kids, their s/os, and his wife...he is one of those people who really enjoys fortunes, like those in fortune cookies, so she thought it would be neat if we all wrote a year's worth, 365, one a day, between us, of fortunes, which we would give him in a cheap fish bowl...he would then get the dubious enjoyment, i say dubious, because we are writing them, of having a unique fortune for each day over the year...of course, being the truly twisted disfunctional family we are, the fortunes we write are supposed to be weird, twisted, or otherwise messed up to make them fortunes from us...i jumped on this enthusiastically...that is the sort of writing that appeals to me in every way...i can exercise my twisted, odd sense of humor to it's fullest extent...i wrote 44 so far, over a couple of days, sent them to my sister for approval, which i got..she was pleased that i had written more than my share, which would be 35 or so, and am willing to write more as inspiration strikes, which is good, because while everyone agreed to this, my sister had come up with 2, her husband 4 or 5, and that's it....this also appeals to me, because this is the best type of gift, being thought out, personalized, and demonstrating we care enough to put effort into the gift...i know he will dig this, though i'm pretty certain that some of my fortunes will leave him scratching his head.