Father's Day

The Rationalist and Intuitive Monkey insisted we get up early and buy Dunkin' Donuts for DH. They know him well. Food truly is the path to his heart, and yet he remains thin....men and their metabolisms.

The day before, we wandered aimlessly through Target, trying to decide on an appropriate gift. Monkey wanted to get him a box of Just For Men, to hide his gray hair. Not wanting to give him a gift that screams,--"Hey...you're really old now!"--I nixed that idea. Monkey also wanted to buy him a fabric, camouflage belt with large, metallic studs. I told him I didn't think DH would be able to wear it at his workplace, disappointing him and his vision of dressing a hip, edgy father. Meanwhile, The Rationalist repetitively stated,"I don't know...I don't know...I have no idea," when asked for gift ideas.

We finally settled on a Starbucks gift card. Monkey was not amused at his ideas being shot down and was only consoled when he was given the privilege of picking the Father's Day card. He immediately pounced upon the musical card section, listening to each one 'til he found what he was looking for.

It played Stand By Me and cost $6.00.

$6.00....just for a card.

What could I say?

I had already rejected his other ideas.

$6.00 it would be.

At 7:00 am, the boys leaped upon their father, ready to stuff him with donuts and coffee, and present their $6.00 card filled with Starbucks goodness.

He was happy with everything, but he missed out on a great belt.

Father's Day

I didn't post a Father's Day tribute yesterday, because we were actually doing Father's Day stuff all day.

The boys decided that the best way to wake their father on Father's Day was to entice him out of bed with a dozen donuts. Hard to tell if that idea was completely selfless on their part, but he does like donuts. After ingesting many carbs and loads of sugar, we made it to church.

The later part of the day we spent at Busch Gardens, riding roller coasters and water rides. I had dressed in a light yellow T-shirt and light blue linen capris, thin fabric to stay cool on a 93 degree day. Bad Idea. After being drenched with millions of gallons of water on the river rapids ride, I emerged in clothing that was akin to something worn in a wet T-shirt contest. Thanks hon' for suggesting that ride! As I walked along, fully clothed, yet at the same time feeling completely naked, I reminded myself that I will never see anyone there again. That's what I tell myself when I am embarrassed beyond reason. I pretend that everyone else is from an alien dimension. They're just visiting--no need to worry about the ridicule of strangers from another galaxy.

All in all, it was a good day.

Thanks hubby for being a great dad to our kids!