Day For Dads

Steve has been trying to get us together with friends on the boat for ages. But each time we get close, something pops, up, like a wind and rain.

This weekend we were all set to hang out, but then I remembered that the day we had picked was actually jam-packed with birthday parties our children are expected to attend.

Instead of hanging out on the boat, drinking beer and fishing, it's driving to Chuck-E-Cheeze, eating bad pizza, and watching the boys run around screaming in an approximate reproduction of what hell must be like.

Because that's what good dads do.

Happy Father's Day to Steve, to my own Dad who I hope I get to see VERY soon, and to all the dads out there.