To all you Paters Familias, a very Happy Father's Day. In your honor, the sun has, at long last, decided to put in an appearance here in the PNW. Almost forgot what the bright hurty thing in the sky looked like. Time to mow... joy, joy, joy. Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay....
And, here's to you Dad... you're on my mind more than usual. I'm doing alright. Sure wish we could share a cuppa and a smoke and shoot the shit for a while. I'd love to hear you laugh again. But, your "Punkin" is just a-ok.
Life's a bitch, ain't it? Think you can swim 'til you jump into the deep end of the pool and then it's, "Oh shit! Where are my water wings?!"