Dad had last week off from work, a much needed vacation that allowed me tons of unexpected lap time with both mom and dad. This time around they decided to keep it close, inexpensive and stress-free.
|Ahh, what a week it was!|
|Getting Better About Being Quiet on the Bed|
All in all it was a nice relaxing week and a wonderful week-long birthday celebration for dad. I think I got spoiled having dad home so much, and I think it gave us a nice chance to bond a little. I have to split my time between their laps so they don't get jealous, but I think I'll always favor mom's (no offense, pops). Dad's almost always in shorts, and mom is most often wearing pants and, even on warmer days (and to dad's continued bewilderment) usually has the fleece on her lap. Do I have her trained or what?
So anyway, Happy Birthday fellow old fart. I'll miss your lap, but I suppose it makes me look forward to your coming home at the end of the day. I guess. Whatever.