Billy Burgers for the Dad

Old Photo of the Kids- but it's a good one!

The kids live far away- but they called- so it's up to me to give 'The Husband' the royal Father's Day treatment. Steak and eggs for breakfast AND I cleaned the kitchen and did the laundry. (His regular jobs- what can I say?)

He took a hike  over the mountains and through the brush and then went for a Flexi (Flyer) ride (he's crazy,)

 and then he settled in- like millions of other dads- to watch the U.S. Open.

But he had one more request.

"Hey, they have this thing at the Olympic C.C. called Billy Dogs, can we have those tonight?"

"Yeah, sure, " I said as  I rubbed his feet and poured him a boubon while wearing a bikini.

My kids so owe me.

But actually, all I had to do was make the burger look like a hot dog, toss it on the grill and I was done. (Don't tell him how easy it was.)

 'The Husband' was semi-happy. He bit into his burger-dog and watched his man Furyk implode and hottie Web Simpson win. 

Oh well.

Thank Gawd tomorrow is Monday and we go back to normal.

Honey, I like my eggs poached.