Father's day was never something that registered with me, it never really came into my radar.
I woke yesterday morning in a self inflicted haze, to find ET standing over me.
My fear that she was about to beat me about the head and face with a bedside lamp or some such weapon was luckily found to be uncalled for.
She presented me with a gift and card, the card read as follows:
I'm somewhat concerned as to where ET may have developed paper cuts in retrieving the card, but for a six week old embryo with a couple of buds for hands, that is some nifty penmanship.
Another day of moronic grinning followed.