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( Sounds of little birdies.... )
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Jun. 15th, 2008
Father's Day
Jun. 15th, 2008 05:22 pmHappy Father's Day to you dad types out there. Not only to my own (who reads this, as I understand), but to anyone that has to deal with things like "get off of that before you break it" followed by "great, you broke it."
That was me, today, as the boy climbed on an exhibit at the local Natural History Museum and pulled it over. Snapped the thing in half. Good thing nobody wants to know any details about emperor penguins today.
I got breakfast in bed, which was not too bad, except that I don't, as a rule, eat before Sunday Mass. I broke the rule because nobody has done this for me before, and it was kinda cool. Not only neat, but in temperature, too. I may need to work with them on their cooking skills. Cold bacon isn't bad, but french toast with a frozen center wakes you up in all the wrong ways (especially without syrup). And, they couldn't figure out how to make my morning tea, so they brought me a can of coke.
I've been told we should go out for dinner tonight, and that I should pay for it. Sounds like Father's Day when I was growing up, too. I'm not sure, yet, if I want to get out or just fall over wherever I'm standing when I run out of energy, though. Now that I'm home, I'm here for the duration, I suspect. Sunday afternoons seem to bring out the lethargy in me.
That was me, today, as the boy climbed on an exhibit at the local Natural History Museum and pulled it over. Snapped the thing in half. Good thing nobody wants to know any details about emperor penguins today.
I got breakfast in bed, which was not too bad, except that I don't, as a rule, eat before Sunday Mass. I broke the rule because nobody has done this for me before, and it was kinda cool. Not only neat, but in temperature, too. I may need to work with them on their cooking skills. Cold bacon isn't bad, but french toast with a frozen center wakes you up in all the wrong ways (especially without syrup). And, they couldn't figure out how to make my morning tea, so they brought me a can of coke.
I've been told we should go out for dinner tonight, and that I should pay for it. Sounds like Father's Day when I was growing up, too. I'm not sure, yet, if I want to get out or just fall over wherever I'm standing when I run out of energy, though. Now that I'm home, I'm here for the duration, I suspect. Sunday afternoons seem to bring out the lethargy in me.
