A few weeks ago, I asked my dad what he wanted to do for his special day. "Do you want to eat out or should we cook you dinner?" I was hoping (praying

) that he would say he wanted to to eat in a restaurant, but NOOOOOOOO...

So, we are going to barbecue for him; however we are going to do it on Saturday (not Sunday, for I have a 12-hour shift on Monday, and I need to go to bed early) All in all, I think it will turn out perfectly well, as we will kill two birds with one stone (Father's day & Chris's birthday party). Pretty clever, eh?

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