Well, I had a mixed bag. Fathers day and Mothers day are cursed holidays around our house for some reason. There always seems to be some kind of physical or emotional disaster. My youngest shipped off to D.C. for an educational conference on Saturday, so we celebrated fathers day Friday night. They boys took me and the wife out to a local tavern, and I enjoyed a Yuengling on my son's bar tab.
From there it went down hill sort of. Saturday I managed to finish putting the Prodigy brake controller in the Moose Truck, so we're set for hauling the Moose Stang to TN. With the DPS pump, I'm figuring I'll need help scrapiig the soot off the Bronco when we get it down there, so I hope somebody brings a presure washer.
After the install, we had to take Graham to D.C., so that shot the rest of the day. Sunday morning, which should have been Fathers day, nothing special happened, but had anything been planned, it would have been ruined anyway. Graham's rabbit, which lives with our mother in law, became ill suddenly, and we had to rush it to the vet. Unfortunately, it died en-route, so we had this death thing going on to deal with. My wife took it harder, than most of us, but Graham is going to be crushed when he gets back from his conference. Something that will make this Thursday night pretty miserable when he gets home to the bad news. I have bunny in the fridge right now, so we can have a proper burial ceremony. So much for fathers day.