Hacking Your Wife's Heart?

 About 25 years ago, I took the greatest bicycle trip of my life. My son Matthew had business in his job for Oracle, so I tagged along with him to Paris and shared his hotel room. While he attended meetings all day, I rode my bike around France. He went with me a couple of days and acted as my interpreter (he served his Latter-day Saint mission in Belgium and France). On one of my jaunts, I looked for a present to bring back to the states for my wife and…viola!…I found a really cool (well, there are other adjectives that might describe the container) bottle of Jean Claude Gautier perfume  (see back row, middle). I liked the smell and really liked that bottle. The rest is history.

Every birthday and Christmas since, I've given my wife some Jean Claude Gautier perfume. She only saved the unique bottles, as she's gone through about one a year (Did I tell you she is quite frugle?). Here's the collection, so far. The latest is in ther front row, third from the left (you can see the rest are empty).

I highly recommend you check out these bottles for the upcoming Christmas gift that will…be…uh…ooohed and aaahed over. Of course, your kids are going to go, "Woah Daddy!"

By the way, WoahDaddy.com is available (as of 11/13/2023 at 3:19pm MST), if you have a hankering to start your own gift business.

Selah!

Hacking Boring Meetings At Nap Time

 

Holographic Snoozing Glasses

How to get in a few quick winks at boring meetings? Get these holographic eyeglasses. You will blink when your head nods, and people will think you're looking at them from whatever angle they're sitting around the conference table. If your head drops when you doze, cross your arms and have one fist holding up your head, as if you're contemplating the deep meaning of every word coming from every speaker.

Selah.

Hacking Your Cub Scout's Pinewood Derby

 

Rocket-powered Pinewood Derbe for "Dads" Unlimited Competition

Back when my three sons competed as Cub Scouts, one year a bunch of us fathers got together and had an unlimited, no-rules, winner-takes-all-the-glory Pinewood Derby. I won with this little beauty. I got a nitrogen-powered rocket motor from a hobby shop and filled this baby from the nozel on the font. To make it go, you just pull the plug out the back.

First time down the track, it blew the left-front wheel right off the car when it hit the end of the ramp. It still won subsequent events with just three wheels. 

One of the dads had rubber-band-driven rear wheels. Another had an electric motor. "The fools!" as the A-Team's Mister T would say. Go get a participation award for best paint job, or futuristic design. Me? I won, baby. Ugly don't matter. This baby is almost 50 years old, and whenever I see her I still get a chuckle as she sits proudly on my bookcase in the Pirate Cottage.