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Well, after the great Saturday I had (see previous posts), I got back to the parent’s house very early Sunday morning… but not early enough for them to not discover I never made it back home Sat night. Oops.
Apparently they left for church earlier than usual to go to Sunday school, so my car wasn’t in the garage when they left.
I joined them at church where, it being Father’s Day, the UMM were throwing their thrice annual breakfast, so I had a hearty breakfast before worship service. After service Mom and Dad went to visit a church friend in the hospital and I went back to their place to take a much needed nap until they got home.
When they got home I then spent the next few hours helping Dad put the last of my brother’s stuff¹ into one of the DoorToDoor pods. That was my Father’s Day present.
After, we got showered then the three of us went out to dinner. We discovered our favorite TexMex was closed for the day. Bummer. So we went to LaW instead. Very good choice. We brought home leftovers. And I paid for dinner². We brought home leftovers.

1 And I told Dad “Next time (my brother) tries to give me crap about being a man in my 30s living rent free on my mother, I’ll remind him of all of his shit I had to move out of the house for him”. Dad pointed out that, on top of that, at least I wasn’t a man in my 30s living rent free with my parents, with my wife…

2 Dad observed it was the first time I’d ever picked up dinner for them.