I really tried my best.
It's hard to be properly prepared to celebrate Father's Day when you've eaten pounds of meat and gotten very little sleep the night before. But you make it happen for Pops. Margy and I had a nice time over at my parents' place, even if I was about to fall asleep in my bowl of seafood stew. I definitely didn't have my regular hearty appetite, that's for sure, and I barely touched my mom's lovely fruit crisp. Not cool. Still, we enjoyed each other's company, and then it was off to bed.
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