Asking and Receiving.

If it's your day as the father, you get what you want.


You ask for a BLT? 

YOU get a BLT. Heavy on the T.

{Sandwich made by LoLo.}

And yes, she did eventually slice the T,  and add more B and L.

You ask for a 1947 kinda weird looking Ford Truck. 

And you get a 1947 kinda weird looking Ford toy truck. 

You need the bed of your pick-up truck cleaned out? 

{Softball coaches are known for toting around orange clay}

You get your pick up truck bed cleaned out by three able bodies. Well, two of the bodies are more able than the third. 

The third able body is very good at giving directions.

Hey, if you're good at something, flaunt it.
*Me, Flaunting*

There was also a flurry of garage cleaning with some throwing out of crap and organizing of other crap. 

All in all, it was a good day for the Coach.

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My Dad was not big on holidays. BUT, he always had a saying:

Mother's day comes 9 months after Father's day.

Or was it

Father's day comes 9 months after Mother's day?

Ether way, it was so darn corny.

I know where I get it from. 

xoxoxo