Father’s Day, may I use my Mulligan?

June 23, 2009 in life with 1 Comment

Sunday = Father’s Day. Here’s how THAT went down.

Let’s go stay at my parents’ house! WIN
Ran out of gas in 99° heat. Father in Law had to rescue us…on Father’s Day. FAIL
We then get 15 miles from home when I realize I’ve left one of our bags at home. FAIL
So we do lunch (at 2:30pm) in the car. Drop the fam off at FIL’s house to say thanks for the rescue and hangout while I go back home. NO SWEAT
Drive back to FIL’s, then 1-1/2 hours to dinner for my dad. Caia spills iced tea on Kenni and my mom. FAIL
Otherwise a nice but chaotic dinner. WIN
Drive to their house…but not without accidentally jumping a curb and smashing up the bottom of my truck’s chassis. FAIL
Unloading, I get a stinkin’ moth under my bottom eyelid. FAIL
Annette has to literally pin me down to dig it out with a paper towel. FAIL
She loves me enough to pin me down and dig out a bug with a paper towel. WIN
Still hurts. FAIL

That’s all I remember.

I think my mind has blocked most of the memories to save me from going into shock.

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One Response to “Father’s Day, may I use my Mulligan?”

  1. Brenda June 26, 2009 at 1.56am #

    Sunday was really much better than all that. I'm sorry about the bad things that happened, but that will pass. What we will remember is that we got to spend time with you and Annette and the kids. We had a lovely time at dinner, and then cherished moments with you all. Next time wash the bugs out and avoid scratching your eye with paper towels. Always keep a little gas in the car so you don't get accused of being just like your Pawpaw! Watch out for those curbs – they're killer. I remember driving by Osborne High School going back to Woodstock one night and your dad had to come to change two tires because I ran off the road and punctured them on the rocks where the pavement dropped off! How dumb can you get? Days sometimes are loaded with rotten events, but in the midst are moments to cherish. We love you, son!!