Then I spent 3 hours trying to figure out how to buy you some Blazer tickets.
But even the cheap seats were $300 (for 2x11 tickets. Is that good?).
I even considered a cake in the mail, like the banana chocolate cake you sent me for my birthday once.
Its memory will live on forever.
But the cakes weren’t finished until after the post office closed. Me ‘n the post office have serious compatibility issues.
And at 3:30 am this morning, I thought,
Happy Father’s Day. You are my best Dad ever.