The Day of The Father

We had a fine time over at my brother Beeve’s yesterday. Beeve and Stacey made a scrumtrulescent steak dinner, rounded out with salad, cheesy potatoes, corn on the cob and CAKE. What’s not to love?

There was even dancing, but not the kind you might be thinking. WII dancing, something that Goomba excels in. He is a big old fancy dancer, with a year of lessons and a recital under his belt!! Yesterday he and Uncle Honey were co-performing something about gangnam style. Honey handled the music, Goomba brought the moves. I did not have the camera out at that time, I busted it out to capture this rare event!

Oh yeah, The Ab-Cat was throwing down! She was on fire! Love Goomba riding his Dad in the background.


Then Ab and Beeve did pairs. The old guy did a’right! I even saw Stacey shaking her groove thang and she has still got it too!


The oldest father in the bunch with his old kids.


We then moved the party over to our place because Goomba had a hankering to swim, which I also did not get pictures of. But I will show you the first swim of the season pictures tomorrow. Why cram it all into one post when I can milk it for two?

The Boy and The Dane are working in Chicago this summer, so it was a girls photo shoot with the fathers. I must say, it went much quicker without The Boy and his shenanigans. We did have to take a couple extra shots because some girls didn’t like one shot or another, but heck, I do that!

With The Grandpa. I feel I must clarify here that people had already put on their tater clothes. Well, not Grandpa, he remained spiffy in his orange Tiger’s like attire until the end. And not Mousey, because she had guarded lives all day and had not been in attendance until now. So basically Honey and The Ab-Cat had tatered.  Take a hike spell check, tatered is TOTALLY a word at our house! It is the short version of changing into potato clothes. If you don’t understand that sentence, you had better check The NutHatch Dictionary in the left column, and welcome to the blob you must be NEW!


Honey, featuring The Boy’s hand me down shirt, with his favorite Girls.


They gave him all manner of Detroit Tiger presents. The Tigers are doing well. So far, so good.

We snuck in a Detroit Red Wings cling too, even though we all know how their season turned out. Now his super sexy (say it like Heidi Klum on Project Runway) grey Taurus will be all blinged out with his favorite teams!


He requested headphones for his iPod so he can get his groove on while cutting the grass. He also wanted a stylus for the iPad. My Uncle Bob had one when we were in Florida, and Honey thought it might solve his iPad problem of ending up somewhere he did not intend. It causes him great angst when that happens, and the weeping and gnashing of teeth is something we try and avoid around here.


He rounded out the rest of his Sunday by watching a little important golf. I think he had a pretty good day.


They like each other, except for Honey’s bird calls and his random shouting of things like “LIVE ACTION!!!!” and “GANGNAM STYLE!!!”, that wears on them.


Yessir, that’s his Babies!


Happy Fathers Day!


1 Comment

  1. warrenp94 said,

    June 17, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    Happy Father’s day multi-slack Butch!

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