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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.
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"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.
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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.
