Year 2, Day 111: Father's Day

Sure, it's traditional to sleep late on Father's Day, and to be awarded a present of a necktie, but being an untraditional family, I got up early, and went shopping, which is actually something I like to do. To reward myself for doing a necessary house chore at 8:30AM, I decided to get an iced-black coffee from Dunkin Donuts. I could already tell the day was going to make good on its threat to be very, very hot. When I opened the door to the DD I realized there was a problem, and soon I discovered what it was. The Sunday morning crew was taken by surprise by a large Father's Day order containing what I assessed at six or seven breakfast sandwiches and multiple 'box of joes'. I considered leaving, but decided the effort extended wasn't worth it. I stood my ground, and with line attrition, and a little patience, it all worked out. On the way home I also stopped at CVS to get myself a new pair of sunglasses, since Magnolia had twisted my other ones out of existence.

Breakfast
2 Hard Boiled Eggs
2 oz 50% Jalapeno Cheddar
1 Slice Balthazar Multi-Grain
1 Large Dunkin Donuts Ice Coffee

Snack
4 Celery Sticks
3 Tablespoons Super Chunky Peanut Butter
2 oz. Boston Lite Popcorn


Lunch
Romaine, Cabbage, Feta and grilled chicken


Dinner
Chicken, Bok Choy
Strawberries (Magnolia didn't eat)

Getting back home there was a lot to do, but I had hoped that Ruby and I would take advantage of the heat and go see "Cars." Since I never get to see movies, I was really looking forward to it, though I imagined it to be a lackluster animated picture. In fact, she didn't want to do that at all, she wanted to go to the pool, so after a few false starts, that's where we went. She spent about half the time in the pool and the other half on the monkey bars. I made small chit-chat with other families, including one joke that didn't go over that well. In conversation, I suggested that a third family didn't like the Needham kindergarten they were in because at the end of the semester their child could not read "Wuthering Heights." It really landed like a lead balloon. I learned a lesson about jokes and school families— they don't mix, especially when the jokes are bad and the families humorless. Later that night when I was putting Ruby to bed she said "I'm sorry I didn't make you a present for Father's Day." And I replied "But my present for Father's Day was BEING your father." She was stymied by that, and promised to make something for me the next day.