What do they all have in common?

They are all a big part of my weekend. I’m making the ice cream and cheesecake for father’s day. And I dug a trench…also for father’s day. Don’t worry, I’m not putting my father in it. Just burying a tube to funnel water. Not as exciting, I know.

I hate the greeting card movement. I don’t see the point in spending money so someone else can tell my father how important he is. Instead, I let my trench do the talking. “Happy Father’s Day!” it exclaims as a sudden downpour turns my hard work into a mudslide. And was that a maniacal laugh I heard?

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts…right?

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