I saw my cat, but he did not come, although he watched me closely from the next yard over. No, Mikey, I'm not feeding him. Tim would kill me. (so I'll do this when he's not looking
Tim got steak and parsleyed potatoes and strawberry shortcake for Father's day. And a new shirt. He's a good father. He had two of his own, but took on three of mine without blinking an eye. He encouraged them all to go to college, and four out of five of them went. He's still got high hopes for the fifth one. Then he sent me. He's generous, and he's hardworking, and if he doesn't know what to do, he prays about it. I have a good husband. Today was his special day. I'm thinking that he probably deserves more than one of them a year.