Friday, June 17, 2016

Good morning crew,

For those of you who don't own a calendar, this Sunday is Father's Day. So Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there.

The wife is planning to go over and annoy her father for a few hours on Sunday, but it is going to be such a beautiful weekend I suggested she invite her parents over to our house for a little cookout.

"My dad doesn't like grilled food," she told me.

"That's downright unAmerican," I responded. "Who doesn't love the delicious, smoky flavor of flame broiled animal protein, juicy and sizzling, subtly seasoned by the stray woodash of an open fire?"

"My dad," she said.

So, it looks like Sunday is taken care of, but I'm still hopeful for Saturday.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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