Father’s Day (oh, how I miss my dad) was celebrated here without any of our children in house, but we did entertain a grandbaby, three friends, and two other young ‘uns (though I’d guess Ana wouldn’t appreciate being named a young ‘un).
Rufus ran around playing chase with the kids for a long while after dinner (beef/tomato kabobs, turkey, chicken and beef sausages and dogs) was served. Dorothy finally collapsed on his lap once she was (mostly) tuckered out.
The girls, of course, had to celebrate Father’s Day without their father, and so opted to get tattoos. Strangely, these are the first tattoos that have ever made me think “Oh, I’d like a tattoo”. I’m sure I’ll get over it soon.