Happy father’s day to all the beauty cat fathers out there!
Unfortunately, we seem to have re-descended into the bowels of winter out here, but never-the-less, our hearts are light, and today we are off to eat some scrumptious brunch with M’s father – D. Gruyere.
My own vatter lives in Guelph Ontario, so I will be on the blower with him, just in case my carrier pigeons never reached him on time.
In honour of this day, I’ll eat some super duper healthy food, play some scrabble, and read some John Irving.
(It’s party all the time in that small Ontario town, let me tell ya! P.S. check out those hiking socks!)
Here are a few snaps of what has been coming down the pipe around these parts:
Rain soaked runs.
In recognition of all the cool cat dad’s out there, let’s grab – if only in our imaginations – our baseball gloves, tie up our running shoes, and head down to the park to practice catching those pop flies.
But only after we’ve finished our homework.
I’ll make sure to save us a spot.