Yesterday was Dads birthday. We got him a big box of tricks.
It contained chest rub that he uses as an alternate body lotion, enough cough drops to keep him going to Christmas when Santa will bring more, a stock of salonpas for his sore back, a pair of readers, a big word finder in case he runs out of books, some soft socks (what is a birthday without them?) and le crème de la crème two weekly AM PM pill organizers since one would not suffice.
Since all that was seriously useful stuff we splurged on funny cards.
Can you guess who gave him which one?
Poor soul made us all dinner. The whole house still smells divine this morning of Indian spices from his lemon rice and tandoori chicken.
Keep up the good work Dad and never get older as we love you even though we drive you nuts!