Father`s day - a day which up until now I had shunned completely - has set upon me for the first time, and I`m feeling pretty sick to my guts. Not because of the overbearing weight of being a new father, or the anticipation for a new self-centric day on the calendar. No, this is more of the bug-esque sick. Perhaps it`s Karma paying me back for all of the times I ignored my Dad on Father`s Day. I honestly cannot remember ever buying my Dad much of anything, maybe a card but I doubt even that. Faye stepped up to the challenge though; delivering a new shirt and the fifth season of Scrubs. Her timing couldn`t be much better, I had just finished the last episode of the first season of Arrested Development last night.

I had wanted to do some yardwork and perhaps chop the tops off of my fence posts this weekend, but bad weather & poor health have confined me to doing not much of anything. I watched the US Open which was pretty brutal, I tried falling asleep for a while, but even a nap couldn`t save me from the tedium of a sub-par golf tournament. I`m not certain who finds watching Tiger Woods shoot 2 over par exciting, but I`m fairly certain it`s not me.

At least wife was out to take care of me, a yummy dinner (Enchiladas) and my favorite homemade cake (spice) made for a decent evening. Faye`s been cranky, but my Mom insists it`s only so that I remember that I`m a father on Father`s Day. I stand by saying that I`d have been fine without the reminder.