Father's Day

This has not been a typical Sneed Father's Day. Normally we would have all met for breakfast and the giving of loot to old man Sneed. Older Son Sneed and family only arrived home from their vacation cruise last evening, so they had to beg off. Daughter Sneed took Sneedlet to a water park with her friend and his family. The plan is to have an extravaganza at Daughter Sneed's home next weekend. We will celebrate Father's Day and my retirement in sort of a combo affair. I am not a big fan of the combo celebration, because it cuts the loot potential in half. Kind of like having your birthday on Christmas. Just kidding. It is hotter than blazes today so we are just hanging around. Mrs. Sneed is doing some work in her office and I am watching the US Open golf tournament, hoping that someone other than Tiger Woods wins. I often find myself rooting against someone rather than for someone. I may have a personality disorder. Younger Son Sneed caught an uncharacteristically good break yesterday. He received the judge's order concerning the suspension of his driver's license. The judge ruled that he could have his license back since he offered to take the blood test and the a-hole cop refused. Who would have thought? The judge did send his file to the state medical examiner to see if they wanted to check whether or not Son Sneed should be driving at all. We will deal with that later, but for now one bullet has been dodged. Lastly, I think my mind is going. I posted last weekend that I forgot to show up for bowling. Well, yesterday I got in the car and made it halfway to Phoenix, when I thought to double check the address I was going to. I looked at the date and then did a double take. I was supposed to have bowled last Sunday not yesterday. In my defense the line began TEAM, Squad 16 June 10, 2007. I saw 16 June and must have quit reading. If my teammates ever speak to me again, it will be a miracle. Although if it keeps them from bothering me about bowling it will have been a fair trade. I left a message last Saturday for the team captain telling him that I crewed up, but promising to show up this Saturday. I guess he could have called to to say don't bother, but then again maybe he figured that if I drove to Phoenix by mistake, it would serve me right. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor