oh, that
Me: “I’ll make dinner.” Her: “It’s Father’s Day.” Me: “Oh, please, it’s not like I’m up for Father of the Year.”
Me: “I’ll make dinner.” Her: “It’s Father’s Day.” Me: “Oh, please, it’s not like I’m up for Father of the Year.”
Now, when I said (in the last post) “Now maybe it’ll rain… again” I distinctly meant after I finished cooking our dinner on the grill. Y’all are coming, right? We have pork chops, chicken, zucchini, ribeyes, and some garlic bread. And – rain. Bring wine.