Greetings to you all on this mild, sunny Father’s Day. This morning started off with breakfast in the form of bacon and hash browns (courtesy of me) with a side order of scrambled eggs (courtesy of Miss 9.11) for Dad and the Other Harf, and later it’s a slap up roast dinner down at the Beige Barn for all the fathers (Dad, the OH and Bruvinlaw) rounded off with Lil Sis’s homemade banoffee pie.
Yes, the way to a father’s heart is through his stomach. Particularly in this family.
Today, after two hours of weedeating (I am the Weedeater Queen!) I chilled out on the verandah with a stack of magazines, while the OH faffed about on the computer doing his GenesOnline bits and pieces. Time on the computer was his special request for Father’s Day, as he is always last in the line for it, behind me and my blogging/Facebooking/photography and Miss 9.11′s Habbo Hotel/Club Pengu/CreatureBreeder addictions.
And of course, after finishing all the magazines, I went and took some photos. Because I do that every Sunday afternoon…
My cats do that, too. I can’t tell, for sure, if they’re just gazing askance or if they are surveying all that is theirs. I tend toward the latter but they are both expert askance gazers.