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I just knew something like this would happen.
But first, lemme just say that I had an AWESOME Fathers’ Day. I got a card from my lovely daughter and a picture
in a frame she picked out — it’s all set for my desk at the new office. We shopped a little, we swam, we played,
we cooked a fabulous dinner, then joined the in-laws for dessert at a local restaurant.
I had just come in from cooking three LOVELY ribeyes to find my wife laughing in the kitchen. Apparently she’d
just hung up the phone with her ex-husband. She had kiddo call to wish him a happy Fathers’ Day (which I’m told
she did, though reluctantly). From there, kiddo spilled the beans about the dessert plans with the larger fam.
Apparently she actually told him something along the lines of, "We’re going to see grandma and granddad… for
dessert. Oh, daddy, you’re not invited."
YEEESH! Can’t tell that kid ANYTHING!
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