What’s Father’s Day without a little guilt?


Father’s Day plans:

1. Mad dash out first thing in a.m. to find scones to put in Dad’s gift along with lime marmalade I special ordered.

(Gift also includes horehound candies and Achmed the Dead Terrorist refrigerator magnet – don’t judge me.)

2. Buzz hubby to San Luis to pick up the one-way rental car he’ll be driving home.

3. Stop at Apple Store to return ridiculously overpriced charger/car radio iPod broadcaster that doesn’t work for crap. Gladness that I am in California where stuff is actually open on Sundays.

4. Come home and sit on keister while Dad cooks magnificent feast: Tri-tip & pork loin on the barbie plus his famous homemade potato salad. Doesn’t seem fair but, hey, it’s not like he’d let me within twenty yards of the ‘que.

5. Eyeball tri-tip at the table and seriously reconsider this whole “not eating beef” thing. Allow for the possibility of weeping openly.

6. Spend a few more hours with, then bid fond farewell to hubby as he points his nose eastward. Boo.

7. Feel guilty that I didn’t do anything special for said hubby, even though he really doesn’t care.

8. End day as most here: watching tv with my mom and the kids. Silver lining found.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. I remember eating horehound candy with my grandparents on the way to Blue River to fish. I didn’t realize they still made it and I wonder if I would still like it.

    Happy Fathers Day to Bobby Jack. Hope you’re having a wonderful vacation in Cali.

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