I had this sort of funny, sort of sad exchange with a friend the other day. She said she had to work this Sunday and I said, "Why? New schedule? Some holiday I don't know about?" And she said, "Umh, it's Father's Day. The one you blocked out."
Dad and I used to go out for a
special Father's Day/Birthday dinner every June, just the two of us. I
always felt like such a big girl on those dinners. Dad, here's to your
gorgeous cantankerous scruffy self. Happy Father's Day.