So. my wife and son are off to Florida tomorrow for a week. My son is calling it his "Vacation from Dad." and has declared this will be an annual event. I counteroffered with making it a quarterly event and I'll buy the plane ticket. So my wife filled up the fridge with grumpy old man food (her words) and then handed me a bag. I'll admit, I cried. Inside was a bottle of Bulleit bourbon and a Fuente 10 cigar sampler. She then told me I can be as loud as I want for this Saturday's Vherf. So, for once, I might speak.
As an aside she said the guy at Holt's who rang her up said they were getting something special in for Fathers Day and even they don't know what it's going to be... He knows, I know he knows, he knows I know he knows. But, damnit, it worked. I've already picked out my outfit.