I’d like to sleep as late as I want, then get up and have a lazy brunch.
Come to think of it, I’ll actually be getting that. My wife and I are going on a weekend getaway for our anniversary next weekend. The munchkins will be with my mom, so we’ll have two mornings of sleeping in!
So, since I’m getting sleep for my anniversary, I don’t know what I want for Fathers’ Day. Maybe a Tesla Roadster. Or a bottle of Lagavulin.
And have you been very good this year? No need to respond, I think we both know the answer already!
My husband is 20 years my junior (same birthday). He gives me a card on Father’s Day and take me out for dinner… only half serious.
Afternoon at the ball park with my now grown kids. A couple of overpriced beers.
My kids are still in elementary school.
Last year, they cooked dinner, baked a cake, drew pictures, gave me hugs and kisses and told me I was the best father in the universe.
Leaving their obvious poor judgement aside, it won’t be long before they outgrow this stage. At that point, they can start to use MasterCard.
It’s a Fair Cop. I’ll settle for a BJ.
I’d like someone else to fix stuff around here. Or not break stuff in the first place, that’d be great.
Somehow part of my leaf blower went missing, and without it the damn thing won’t work, so it’d be nice to have that replaced.
I need a new coctail shaker. I want some pancakes at Pamela’s.
I would like everyone to leave my house for an entire day, and return in a cheerful mood as if it hadn’t ever happened.
A one night stand with son’s smoking hot EX girlfriend. Two reasons it won’t happen is 1] they now run in differing circles and 2] I’m still married to mom and it IS my anniversary that weekend.
If the weather is decent, my oldest will fire up the grill. I work so it doesn’t become a big deal.
Time to go dance on my father’s grave.
A bloody mary garnished with a pulled pork slider and a smoked chicken wing. And a plate of poutine with goetta gravy. And then a nap.
Luckily, we know just the place.
You know a place where you can get poutine with goetta gravy? I thought goetta was pretty much just a Cincinnati thing. Where is this place??
Cincinnati, of course.
Cool. I’m in St. Louis now, but I lived in Mt. Lookout from 2005 to 2010. St. Louis is home, but I like Cincinnati a lot, and I miss it sometimes.
ETA: I rarely ventured that far East. 
A 1967 MGB GT, racing green, in immaculate condition. If that’s not forthcoming, then I want a consumable or an experience. No material goods, please. I’m at the age where I’m seriously downsizing.
West. West. :smack:
The usual generic “Happy Fathers’ Day to all the dads out there!” on Facebook from my kids.
I’d like a pair of really nice titanium workbench shears for my tool box. (I promise I’ll retire the box cutters when I get them.)
I’d like for my brother to believe that the bundle of his favorite cigars that are on their way to him really did come from his daughters. The ones who always forget him.
I’d like to cook up some food for ‘the guys’ from a few of the recipes I saw on some ‘tasty’ videos on Facebook. ‘The guys’ like when I cook, which is always a plus.
I’d like peace on earth and good will from men; can’t hurt.
I’d like a nice night in someones backyard with friends with not too many bugs, not too many drinks, and way too many great conversations.
And… At the end of the night, I’d like to go to a peaceful sleep, with no worries that some idiot is going to screw up the world before I wake up.
My father wants pot, which he’ll get. My stepfather wants wine, which he’ll get. I’m not a father; if I were, I’d want pot.