This Father’s Day finds everyone in good health at my house and the kids growing up unabated. The boy has a dream (the Vancouver Film School, the price of which has me looking for empties in ditches day and night), the girl has about 50 of them (rock star or a writer at this point, plus she’s a vegetarian–the first in the history of the family. Did you know a veggie burger is done when it turns GREEN on the barbeque? I think that’s right) and my wife handles her three kids with aplomb while still finding time to look beautiful every damn day.
She’s a great girl (I married better than she did) despite turning down my idea about 6 weeks ago (“Sandra Bullock should live with us!”) and there isn’t much we’re without (although if Diane Lane moved next door that would be okay, I guess) at this time.
I know a bunch of you have families and a few guys who post here still have their Dads and Moms. Today’s the day to tell them you love them, buy them a Skilsaw or a double-double and remember they’re gone forever when they go.
Happy Father’s Day, gents. And good luck to your ladies.
I’ll have an Oiler post up later this morning. Hard to keep up with all the Oiler trade activity but we’ll do our best.