The 6 Minute, 14 Second Honoring of the Father
Yesterday, Greg got to spend two minutes eating his special Father's Day Pancakes I made him. The secret ingredient: love, of course. And nutmeg. Then he spent 4 minutes and 14 seconds enjoying his book that we got him.
It turned out to not be as hilarious as I had imagined (I had no time for a pre-read before purchase), but he liked it anyway.
Then he got to mow and work in the yard all day while I babysat a bipolar baby.
It was almost as exciting as our anniversary celebration two weeks ago. Wait. I think it was exactly as exciting because we did the same thing, but substitute the pancakes for a bite of frostbitten year old wedding cake that had nothing between it and the surrounding frigid air but a flimsy cardboard box. mmm...
Happy Father's Day!
Happy Anniversary! (you know you love me)
It turned out to not be as hilarious as I had imagined (I had no time for a pre-read before purchase), but he liked it anyway.
Then he got to mow and work in the yard all day while I babysat a bipolar baby.
It was almost as exciting as our anniversary celebration two weeks ago. Wait. I think it was exactly as exciting because we did the same thing, but substitute the pancakes for a bite of frostbitten year old wedding cake that had nothing between it and the surrounding frigid air but a flimsy cardboard box. mmm...
Happy Father's Day!
Happy Anniversary! (you know you love me)
posted by Anonymous at
7:06 PM
2 Comments:
Greg, I love the stones behind the tree. Good job. That is going to look so nice when you get the hostas planted there. Glad that you had a nice Fathers Day.
Three cheers for Greg on his first father's day! Sounds delightful.
At least you got a bite of your wedding cake. My mother-in-law threw ours out.
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