My Dad finally agreed with me today that commercially made Guest Books suck. All of them. Without exception. =) He thought I was just being too picky and whiny; he actually got mad at me for it. I took him to Aksel and Mary's today to show him what they look like.

In his own words, "jeez, they suck" =)

So, we're back to the original plan. Dad will pen one or two lines from a poem or something on papyrus paper and I'll make my Guest Book out of it.

I got the final "I told you so". =)