My father is coming to town this week, so we’ll be able to celebrate the day properly, even if belated. Oh, but what to get the man who has everything?
The man’s into golf, but has always warned, "Don’t bother getting me any of that golf crap. It’s always a waste of money. All I need is a card… that’ll make me cry," he adds. He is, unquestionably, a total sap. And, I love that about him. Still, we won’t be celebrating Father’s Day with a bottle of Boggie wine.
Last I was in Z Gallerie, though, I saw the perfect coffee table book for the golfer (and for my friend Amy’s boss, who had some incident that left him with a single testicle). When faced with the book title, I couldn’t keep from touching Amy on the arm, and quite straight-faced, declaring that I found the perfect corporate gift for her asshouse of a boss. Then I handed her the book, titled, "Lost Balls
I suspect there will be a lot of that this coming week, as my father, Carol, and my smartass munch of a sister Lea all arrive! I’m already in menu-planning mode, complete with cocktails (Carol and Lea love them some hooch). They all don’t arrive until this coming Thursday, June 25, but when they do, we’ll be ready for them, cameras in hand. I can’t wait. Have a happy Father’s Day, full of grilling, touch-tag something, sharpened knives, feet up, all-day games on too-big TVs, and organized toolkits and sheds (not that any of the men in my life would even know what to do with either).
And for those whose fathers are no longer with us, I hope you find a way this Father’s Day to honor your father. To toast him, tell a story about him, repeat his favorite joke. I’m thankful for many things, but topping the tops list in my life, for sure, is my dad. I can’t imagine a life without him.
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