Remember the
dingus I found for mom?
Tears welled up in her eyes. Am I a bad son?
If you wanna see a bit more of the dingus, I've made public my
flickr photos of the interior pages, so you can see what sort of swanky menu to serve for a president's birthday, if it should ever become your lot to host one.
Oh, and Lucy clearly liked 'em not-so-tall, dark, and handsome: