First let me wish all my favorite blogger fathers a belated Happy Father’s Day. Don’t be offended that I’m late. My own Dad’s card is still sitting on the counter. But I’ve told him I have it, so that counts. (Right Dad?)
I was fortunate enough (ha) to work on Father’s Day. I think my Hubby had a good day. I actually had Saturday off, and had all these plans for us spinning in my mind. But then I found out HE had to work! ugh. I never get a Saturday off. He never has to work on Saturdays. Just good luck, I guess.
I took advantage of a quiet house to bake something just for him, that I hoped he would love, so he would know how much I love him.
His favorite ice cream is butter pecan, so I made him butter pecan cookies.
And because he loves pie and the Florida Keys, I made him Key Lime pie with homemade whipped cream.
Both of these were a first for me, but they turned out pretty good. (The pictures? Not so much.) I think I made him a little uncomfortable staring at him while awaiting his reaction. But I needed to know. It was the only thing I was doing for him, since I’d be working all day on Father’s Day. Of course he told me he loved them while I was standing there, but when I saw him eating seconds… that’s when I knew he really did.
We also managed to squeeze in a motorcycle ride on his motorcycle. I had wanted to ride mine, but I was a little concerned about handling the bike with my sore shoulder, so when it wouldn’t start due to a dead battery, I took it as a sign that I should probably just piggy-back on his. It was kinda nice to wrap my arms around him and sit back and enjoy the ride.
Speaking of my sore shoulder…. It’s starting to heal and form a scab. Such a painful process. I still don’t want anything to touch it, but at least I’m able to move it. My mom used to put vitamin E on our big ouchies when I was little, so that’s what I’m doing now. It helps keep it soft so it doesn’t crack and pull when I move it.
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