I’ve considered opening my own greeting card company on more than one occasion in the past. Last weekend has prompted me to toy with the notion yet again. Because I’m done with sap. My dad’s birthday was Monday, so I set out in search of the perfect birthday card. Mind you – any time I’m looking for a greeting card, it’s a big deal, not to mention quite time consuming. As I stood in the “male birthday” section of the card shop, I was dumbfounded at the fact that seemingly every single card related to golf. Dad is not a golfer. If the card didn’t relate to golf, it depicted a lazy, beer-drinking, TV-watching, yard-mowing doofus, whose only role, presumably, was to hand over the car keys and cash to the spoiled … Read entire article »