It was a great time.
And father's day. Aaawwweesooommee (truth. Tom said it was). He loved his gift (a golf related living social deal). He loved going to the park (we have the best park down the road) and he loved not having to do all those darn chores that go along with the day (although he ended up doing some when I wasn't looking). And now I'm sitting here writing and he's doing the dishes. Really? Is he this good? He is, friends. Get yourself a husband that does the dishes and you have won. BIG time. OK, before you think I'm horrible for not taking over on the dishes front, relax. I got up to do them, but he declined.