Yesterday at church, all the men were handed candy bars in recognition of Father's Day.
I tried to explain to the young men passing out the candy bars, that without me, Hubby wouldn't even be a dad! So rightfully, I deserve a candy bar too.
For some reason, they just didn't go for that. But I don't understand! It makes perfect sense to me!
I mean, I would be totally fine with Hubby getting one of those flower plants that they always give out on Mother's Day. (mine always die anyway) Why would I begrudge him that? So I still think I ought to have been given a candy bar.
And despite all the cute things I pinned to my Father's Day board on Pinterest, I didn't do any of those things.
Not that I'm one to state the obvious, but I am really bad at planning ahead.
...................Was that too obvious?
But I spent just about my whole day Friday cleaning the house and all day Saturday working outside with Hubby on the flower beds, which in truth probably meant more to him that a cutesy card or a big stash of candy.
Pish, men are so weird with their priorities.
What?... oh, come on, you know I'm kidding! *awkward silence* A little....
Happy Father's Day to a man who just so happens to be a rather fabulous dad. (even if I didn't get a candy bar in recognition of my part in that)
And he looks sexy in glasses too.
P.S. In case you happen to wonder where I get all my supreme awesomeness, I get it from my ------ All my weirdness though, I get from my ------.
What? I can't very well be starting a war between my parents now can I? Besides, deep down, they know the truth.
Happy Father's Day daddy! Love you!