Happy Fathers Day Motherfuckers!
MPS should be thanking his fucking lucky stars that I didn’t take all his gifts back after what happened yesterday. But I will be all benevolent and shit and supervise the traditional burning of the toast, rubberizing of the eggs and watering down of the coffee. Culminating in the annual throw the shit that was bought at the Fathers Day stall in his general direction and eat the cookies that were lucky to make it so long and then wander off while I give him his real gifts.
Get your mind out of the gutter. It is not his birthday.
Then we will spend the day at MOTY’s place setting up an Apple TV for my Daddy, MPS will try to find a comfortable sitting position* while I desperately try not to vomit at the smell and sight of a leg of lamb.
(yeah, I have some serious food issues. Don’t even get me started on soft boiled eggs… *bile rises*)
At some point we will probably Skype The Golden Child as it is his 40th birthday. Yeah, fucker was born on Fathers Day.
I never stood a chance.
I am pretty sure watching Pulp Fiction when we get home is a given.
What does Fathers Day look like at your place?
*totes need to fill ya’ll in. In the words of The Mad Monk ‘all in good time’