happy fathers’ day to everyone…

And a Happy Fathers’ Day to all the dads in the audience.  There’s really nothing that makes me feel more proud than to watch my 11-year old son grow and mature.  It’s hard to believe he’s 11, that’s for sure…but he’s the light of my life.  I’m thankful for him and am very glad we’ll be spending the day together today. 

Then again, I get to work all day today, cooking for family that will be over to “celebrate” the day.  I could get into an extended whining session about how today’s going to go, but I’ll leave it alone.  Suffice it to say I’ve been trying to have one evening of enjoyment (read that as dinner—at a restaurant—served to me while I sit down and relax for once) this weekend, but I’ve been rebuffed for housework each time.  Ugh—I really don’t want to become a slave to this house.  Any advice? 

And another thing that’s been on my mind lately—what the hell happened to the sun?  Did we, collectively as New Englanders, cheese off whatever god we subscribe to?  It would seem he or she has removed the sun from our midst in punishment for some terrible misdeed.  Oh, I know---he/she is just toying with us and once we reach July 4 it’s going to be hotter than all hell.  That’s it!  So be patient folks—7/4 is just around the corner!  HA!