Small Box. Smells Like Beer
To drastically misquote Huxley in a way I'm sure he wouldn't approve of, Mother's Day is kind of like a dirty joke, Father's Day is just outright offensive.
I can deal with the Mother's Day part. Get Ning presents, day off, etc. Father's Day though, what are you supposed to do with that? Barbecue things I think. Beer is usually thrown in there somewhere too. For some reason I think there's some lawn care involved. Unfortunately I don't barbecue or drink, and I have a hell of a time keeping my lawn alive.
So what will I do for my Father's Day? Well, if it's this Sunday like I think it is, then that means I'm due for a bike/run brick. That'll take a couple hours. I usually pick up a couple books for the week on Sunday so I'll do that too. Hell, maybe I'll cook a pot-roast. It's been a while since I threw that much fat at my cardiovascular system. Other than that I'll probably just try to ignore the "Father's" part of the day as much as possible.
Note to me: Don't wear the 'Daddy' shirt. It's actually from a leather shop in New York, but try telling that to the register lady at the grocery store. Seriously, try it. It's pretty amusing.
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