It sucks that Father's day has come in the middle of my writer's block. I wish I could think of something touching and profound to say to BJ, to my dad, to my step-dad, and to my uncles.
I can't.
Today we spent most of the day having fun with the kids - out for breakfast, to the mall to get BJ some work shirts, to the park, then for a drive in the country while the kids napped to look at the wind farm north of here (boy do those windmills look alien - like they were dropped here by some very large, very advanced species! It's bizarre to see them next to 100 year old barns!).
Anyway, freakin' writers block, blah blah, I'll write something that will make you cry next year.
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