Father's Day at a Rainy Strawberry Fest

We woke up late, at 10:30 am or so, and were still working in breakfast at 11:30 am. We cleaned house a bit, and then drove up to the Burien Stawberry Festival, in the pouring rain.

But Gary loves to look at vintage cars,and Burien is cute. Adam met us there and gave Gary a Father's Day card, which I think was touching, and touched Gary too.

Then onto lunch at a faux Irish pub off the street,and then off to Trader Joes to buy orchids and then home for a nap. Perfect day for Gary, who is now watching Pawn Stars reruns.

Me time

One way to get it, is to have Jennifer and hubby go shopping together, as they are doing right now.

This was borne of the fight mentioned previously, and who knows if it will work. As they left ,they were arguing over which mall to go to, but hey, at least they are together arguing.

Meanwhile, I'm cleaning house, with Lady Antebellum crooning in the background. Ah bliss.

The room is almost done

And all seems to be well. The rest of the room did turn out beige, but they ran out of the right beige - so now it's two tone. Back to the paint store again. I'll be at my movie fest. I promised to pick up the dog poop in the morn, but then I'm gone.

Velour is back, and so am I. I'm just not as pricey.

And for $95, on sale, you too can have a juicy couture velour jacket. I'm just back from a business trip, and apparently, while I was gone, several attempts were made to get dear ol' dad to buy this item.

Fortunately, this time, he held his guns. Not that Jennifer and Gary didn't have fun with the checkbook while I was gone on a a business trip to Iowa-lots of corn, soy and Lutherans, which is why I was there at this conference to represent PLU.

They bought her a new mattress, a new shirt, G. got some new shoes and an orchid and they went and saw a movie or two.

"You did leave enough for the bills, right?" I asked.

I was assured, yes indeedee, there is enough for the mortgage, car et al.

And enough for the JC jacket, Jennifer chimes in hopefully.

No.

Shopping for a New Dress

It was Easter after all.

And Jennifer headed out to the mall, with mom acting as the Easter Bunny (this is much more expensive than jelly beans) to buy a new dress. And I couldn't resist, I had to buy one for myself too.

Standing in line to try on said -almost strapless dress- for myself, I heard this exchange between father and daughter (who based on the slinky numbers walking into the dressing room, these were prom dresses, not Easter frocks).

Dad holds up dress from rack for daughter's approval, while she stands in line.

"Dad, I said nothing with sequins."

He holds up another offering.

"Not bows."

And yet another.

"That one gives me a headache," she sniffed, looking at the 1970s design of brown on orange.

I had to agree with her on that one. It made my head ache too, 30 years ago.

So, resigned, he walks over to darlin daughter and asks how much is the the slinky number she holding.

$150. Noticing his shocked look, she says "Now I told you it was going to cost that much before we went out."

He holds up headache dress. It's $60 cheaper.

"No way"