Happy Birthday, Old Man. Now Back to Work!

Well someone just turned 56.  And he calls me old?  Even mom, a buoyant 12-ish years younger than dad, pokes fun at him.  Often.  Of course she's got her things that he can poke fun at, too.  Dad says we'll just leave it at that.
     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!

They slept in (yes, it was difficult, but dad actually managed to sleep past 5:00 a few times!), went for walks and took in a fall festival in downtown Chapel Hill.  They enjoyed a tasty lunch and sipped a couple or three or four- who's counting- craft brews at Top of the Hill Restaurant, Brewery & Distillery (don't worry, they walked), visited an art museum and strolled around the UNC campus, took in a movie and did their usual errands. 

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.