Visit the Kelpforest (pt. 2)

Belated Dad's Day...
Sunday I made waffles again, although before I was done John requested toast from his place of paternal honor (that is, still in bed) because he was just too hungry to wait. He enjoyed his gifts (a golf shirt with flags on it, a mini calligraphy kit and some silver ink, and we had put in an herb garden earlier in the week) and the cards, especially the one Gareth picked out himself:

I wanted to get you and appropriately sentimental card for Father's Day, but I just kept coming back to this one with the fat guy holding the big fish.

Dad also got a shirt but only emerged when I knocked on the door to ask if he wanted some waffles while they were still hot. He had the door locked for some strange reason - did he think we were going to barge in on him?

Angus was with Grandma most of the day - she took him along to see some new puppies. Two weeks ago she had had Belle, her elderly Maltese, put to sleep because she was blind, deaf and incontinent, and her quallity of life was not likely to get any better. She looked like she was in a lot of pain just moving around. Angus was very upset, becasue she's been around since he was born, and still has not really processed what happened to Jay. She thought seeing the puppies would make him feel better, but it was a long drive to El Cajon from Long Beach and back. She put a down payment down on one, but they are still tiny - eyes not even open yet and still so tiny they fit in your palm.

Anyway, in belated honor of Father's Day, something I posted last year. (needs Real Player) It's still funny.43