Happy Fathers Day to all the Daddies of the world!
Apparently it isn’t Fathers Day everywhere.
Suck it up.
So the day dawned early with the arrival of the tiny terrorist. Completely oblivious to the fact it was Fathers Day, but day-um did that kid perk up when he found out! Probably because of this:
Yes, my lovelies. THAT was breakfast. Made by the loving hand of the Damn Emos. Not dressed as Ninja though. Only mummy gets that sort of treatment.
So when I finally surfaced and shouted to MPS to make me a damn coffee NOW – what? He ain’t my freaking father – I was presented with a plate of this, half as much thankfully. Icecream and M&M’s for breakfast ain’t my idea of bliss.
Suitably caffienated it was time for presents. That damn husband of mine was all ‘I dunno’, ‘whatever’ and shit when I asked him what he wanted for fathers day so I went the cliche safe option.
Socks and undies. And slippers. So he will stop wearing Moo’s fluffy purple ones.
And one final gift from his wife.
Full of eels.
Cause I love me some python.
Um. That is supposed to be a capital P when talking about the Monty variety, right? *snigger*