Father’s Day
Well, my second Father’s Day was pretty great. Sarah was, obviously, much more interactive this year; she actually said “Happy Father’s Day” to me. It was so cute it nearly broke my heart. And then she gave me a present:
Space Frogs in the hizouse!
Yes, that is a giant bibb. One reading of this gift would be that Sarah (or perhaps her mother, since I to my knowledge Sarah does not actually have a credit card yet) has noticed that I occasionally qualify as a messy eater, just as she does. A more generous reading would be that since she always wears a bibb1 to eat, she wanted me to have one too so we could do things together.
Oh, and did I mention the space frogs?
This thing is totally going with me to my poker game tonight, to shield me from Toulany’s donair fallout.
jay
mullah cimoc
Trish
