This morning, when I came downstairs, I wished Ralph a happy Father's Day, and he was pleasantly surprised, and a little chagrined, because he had forgotten! We are certainly a matched pair, don't you think?
We feasted on burgers and onion rings at Orcutt Burger for lunch, and Ralph is spending the afternoon relaxing in his recliner and watching golf.
John has been sick all week, barely leaving his sleeping bag, poor baby!
Perhaps later this week I'll regret that I didn't spend more time taking care of the piles of STUFF that need to be put into their proper places.
Like this one on the kitchen table:
and this one on the kitchen counter:
and this one on the dining room table:
and this one in the garage:
Instead I'm sewing!
I'm altering clothes for my visit to hot-and-humid Pittsburgh. But as I do, I think about Poppy and get inspired to make things for her. I don't know if she'll like them, or if they'll even fit! But I'm having fun.
I took the skirt off an oldlady-looking swimsuit, and I made it into a twirly skirt, and painted ponies on it in anticipation of our planned pony ride.
And I shortened one of my favorite summer dresses, and used the remnant to make a matching shirt and skirt.
Because Grandmas can do that.
And because Grandpas, on Father's Day, are happy to be left alone to watch golf on tv!