I don’t believe I’ve ever had cheeseburgers and asparagus in the same meal. Both are delicious, but somehow that twain has not met. Something new to try next week.
Otherwise your day sounds very pleasant. Bravo for that day of comfy normalcy.
Ouch! You poor thing. Drizzlies are bad enough, but having that during so many key family events is Just Not Fair.
With an evidently well-honed sense of self-preservation.
Yaay for the good. We shan’t mention the bad.
Yaay!
Yaay and double yaay! Sounds like a great trip only to be exceeded by your next one. I hope there will be pix to share.
Thank you. Indeed they are trending that way. See below.
And thank you for that. Tater’s Mumper recipe sounds really delish, but rather involved. And a wee bit carb-heavy for my wimpy pancreas what with the flour dredge, the breadcrumbs, then smothered in a roux-based gravy, and last of all served over a bed of mashed pots and more roux gravy. Really yummy though.
Hell hath no fury like a woman in hot curlers and brandishing [some domestic gizmo] as she harangues the masses from the pulpit with fierce tales of fire and brimstone.
That’d sure make me sit up and take notice! And I’m a heathen. 
As to me …
It’s a bit after 6pm. After feedin I had a lazy morning at home all opened up to the warm air and light gray sky.
Eventually went to the nearby tourist beach for a tiki bar lunch of sallit, buffalo wings, and a Red Stripe or two. Had a fun yak w the perky waitress who was jokingly lamenting having just turned 30.
She seemed to have too much on the ball to still be slinging beers at age 30. Turns out this waitress gig is just her side hustle; her weekday job is in marketing for a surfwear company and she’d recently been out to their SoCal headquarters near where I used to hang out, so we traded a few stories about what’s where and the differences in beach weather, surf, surfing, and culture between SoCal and SoFL.
Later that evening she’d be taking her ancient father and mother out for the Day. Which would be fun and all, but jeez they’re old. Like almost my age. 
Anyhow I asked her to tell Dad that some random geezer at her tiki bar had wished him a happy Father’s Day and to congratulate him on having an excellent daughter. She laughed.
During lunch the high thin clouds gave way to pure sun so post-lunch a nice couple hours of sunning, swimming, and walking a mile-ish in the wet sand were had. A good crowd was at the beach, so plenty of swimsuits to inspect and I also saw lots of adorable munchkins playing in the sand and water, gathering shells, and generally being kidlets. Yaay.
Yesterday I had made a tentative date to have late dinner tonight w my PCP. Hence my late lunch today. In addition to being my doc she’s a good friend. But only a friend; no benefits or beyond. She works about 340 days a year, but sometimes her Sundays run short and she’s free for late dinner. Just found out that tonight is not gonna be one of those nights for her. Oh well. That is a very tough life I would not wish on anyone.
Had a phone call w BB, the first in a couple days. She’s doing better; everyone is learning to cope with new normal and at least so far our upcoming long weekend (Thu-Sun) together is not in jeopardy. An unhappy relapse into chaos is not impossible, but seems increasingly unlikely. She will need some especial TLC this time though. Shit happens, and there’s never a good time for it, but Gaah was this rough on her. And me just a little bit.
So now I’m lazing here, all salty and warm and comfy as the Sun slowly heads towards its bedtime almost 2 hours from now.
What to eat when and where? Fancy, casual, scruffy, or just fight scurvy and malaria here at home; plenty of calories in that liquid diet. And tastier than the BRAT diet poor BBBoo is contending with.
Hope all the male-centric celebratin’ is going well for those doin’ it today.
Cheers all!