Father's Day - Also Over-rated?

I just returned from a 4 day business trip to Boston. It was lovely - truly - to be back on the East coast. I really enjoyed visiting Boston, eating chowder and walking along the harbor. I DID NOT enjoy getting lost on the subway (3 train transfers at 10pm was a bit disconcerting) nor the way my hair literally turned from soft waves to Orphan Annie like curls with a frizzy halo that would put Bozo the Clown to shame the minute I left air conditioning. Overall it was a really nice time - even the work training was interesting - but I was ready to get back to the family - I missed my kiddos and hubby. :-)

This morning we celebrated Father's Day. It was a bit rough at the outset but actually turned into a really nice family day. If you recall I had to clean up a poop mess on Mother's Day. Ironically - Chris got his turn today - and while mine involved the kiddos, the dog and some bedroom carpet - he had the pleasure of having to clean up Harlyn at the restaurant. Karma must be a woman.

Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there - poop picker-uppers or not!

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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