I got back from my trip yesterday afternoon, after a rough travel day. I made it to my parents’ house by 3:15 to spend Fathers’ day with my dad.
We talked baseball, I showered him with gifts and then I forced him to sit still for hours while I talked his ear off about my weekend. He’s a good sport.
After that, there’s really only one thing I can say:
(and Happy Fathers’ Day! I hope you enjoy your present(s).)