Honour Thy Father

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

I’m taking charge of father’s day this year. Unfortunately it’s an every-other work weekend for Danielle so John and I will pick her up after work on Sunday for dinner at Montana’s. Normally I don’t much care for Mother’s or Father’s Day. I agree with my landlord, the Jews who own the stores made up Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, and even Christmas. A cheesy card and a tie don’t honour a father. Last year I didn’t bother reminding John that it was Father’s day but he found out before the day ended and cleaned the bathroom. Hope he gives me the same thing again this year because the tub is disgusting right now. Now that would honour thy father, or at least do the dishes!!!

But this year I took charge and I’ll do what I want to do and that is spend time with my kids. Maybe we’ll go hit a bucket of balls after dinner, maybe we’ll go have an ice cream. It’s my daddy day and I’ll decide, probably depending on the weather because Dan and I hit a bucket of balls at lunch today and I sweat my bag off. I’m now bag-less like the two hip hop drug dealers I saw the other day.

I guess the opposite of belated could be...
Pre-early Happy Fathers Day to all you motherfuckers out there.
Enjoy your day!!