OK, so not everyone gets a shirt. Some of you actually have to come to Oshkosh to get it yourself

Expecting a gift from me? Don't read on.

We're getting anyone who we have to get a gift for one of those "I (heart) Oshkosh" shirts because, well, it's funny (this does not include gifts for weddings; we do have taste). And why be funny with one person when you can repurpose the humor and use it on someone else?

(So, surprise! if you know me. You'll likely be getting a shirt. Hope you like it! Isn't it shocking! Isn't it just what you wanted and dreamed it would be!)

Dave's all about repurposing humor, but in the beginning he was a bit nervous.

"What if we have a party and everyone shows up wearing that shirt?"

"When do we have parties? And if we did, would they really ALL drive up at the same time and ALL wear that shirt?"

"What if they're talking and they realize we got them the same thing and they hate us?"

"How often does one talk to the other?"

"OK. Good point."

Well, it can't be any more likely, anyhow, than an accidental meeting of everyone who's gotten "Oh! The Places You'll Go!" for a graduation present, or the famed crystal dolphin on a mirror for a wedding present. We're on to you, repeat gift-givers. And copying your style.

(And now that I've gone and ruined the surprise, you're all getting cheese curds or something instead. Don't let it sit in your mailbox too long, though.)