For those of you whose dads are still around, kiss the old goat on the head, give him his card, his cake, tie and be done with it. For those of you like me, play their favorite songs, mix their favorite drink (mine was fond of iced tea brewed with mint and/or Bloody Marys with a killer celery stalk just for conversation starters), and smile at their pictures.
It's hotter than hell out there today and I don't have a sunblock. No, really. It's time for me to do the Coppertone thing and go on freckle-watch. Oh, it's great to be Irish. We look like fresh-boiled lobsters during summer without cosmetic vigilance.
My favorite fossil was on HSN last night, but my delicious mandarin orange body cream kit was nowhere to be found. I'm just not into vanilla, sorry. Even did an ebay search, nothing. Feh. Maybe next time.
I'm off to hunt down my friend's cat for her afternoon diabetes shot. Poor pookie.
Eccckkkkhhhthth....I hate summer.
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