Sing us a song

Today would've been Dad's 65th birthday. In celebration we shall play Cat-o-poly and perhaps rest our eyes in front of the tv.

I'm not crying, you're crying.

Also hot chocolate will be served and the dog will be accepting peanut butter donations.

You may take a shot of the beverage of your choice if Cass tells the story of Dad conning us with the movies.

Instead, let us remember his way of dragging the one person who didnt /doesn't really like breakfast food out to breakfast (me!) And at Christmas he was very good at it. Breakfast (his usually involved pancakes) and then shopping for Mom, occasionally everyone else.

There were the months after Mums whomped her ankle a few years ago and he and I would stop at the Piggle Wiggly once a week or so and when she was in the hospital we'd have lunch at TBonz.

Or the night Cass and I thought he was gonna murder the boy when the boy finally confessed that a Widget was on the way. We took a really long walk and wondered how long we should stay away only to come home to find that Dad hadn't reacted that badly.

Or the Christmas he bought a new camera so we could take loads of pics of Widget.