I guess I don't need to shop for Father's Day this year. Chris had the girls today while I was enjoying a fabulous day at the spa. I think he knew I'd be really relaxed and thought he'd just go for it. You know...just take the penalty if I was actually mad.

I hadn't been home from the spa for ten minutes when they pulled up. I was in the bedroom when I heard the car door shut. I walked into the living room to greet them. The Lu always bolts through the door and runs to hug me, which I love. Roo was right behind her with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face. And Chris? Yeah, he wore the most devilish grin on his face and I instantly knew something was up. Or should I say, I knew he was up to something? And then I spotted it.

He got himself a Father's Day gift. And he had that "I can't take it back and I hope you're not seriously pissed at me" look on his face. I've seen that look before. It's just not usually related to something with four legs.

So, Happy Father's Day, Chris!

And Happy "Your Dream Finally Came True And You Got A Dog" Day, Roo.