Father’s Day Presents - Sloth and Debauchery
June 10th, 2008The Father’s Day flyers have been arriving steadily on our doorstep for the past two weeks. Canadian Tire with their power tool specials, leaf blowers, shirt and tie combo’s from the Bay and my favourite, mens’ magazines showing digital gadgets.
What ever happened to just letting dear old dad have a time-out? Remember the Hallmark cards that featured dad fishing or swinging some golf clubs or the cartoons showing dad lying in a lawn chair with a martini glass?
We used to have a tradition in our household where dear daddy-O got to go away for a boys weekend. Bill loved these out-of-town excursions, but after our friends started having more than one child, it was decided Father’s Day was better spent at home. Too bad.
I must admit I’m in a bit of a flux over what to do for my husband. I know he would love to spend the day golfing and eating - his two favourite past-times. The last thing he would enjoy doing is firing up the power saw or any other power tool for that matter.
Actually, I think the ultimate Father’s Day present would be sending him to see a BC Lion’s Game, followed by a trip to the Go-Kart track and topped off with a beer and steak dinner. Oh and home made apple pie for dessert.
I’m not sure why the articles featuring Father’s Day presents never recommend activities such as fishing or going to the pub with the boys and watching sports on the big screen TV while filling up on wings and nachos. Savvy Mom got it right when they recommended leaving Dad alone to enjoy his day.
This year why not give your dad the gift of sloth and debauchery? Let him sleep in. Make him do nothing. Send him to the driving range or the pub, and let him kick back and get silly on a Sunday.
If anyone has any other Father’s Day sloth and debauchery gifts they’d like to add to my growing list - leave me a comment.
Cheers,
Julie
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June 11th, 2008 at 4:47 pm
This father’s day, I will be running at high elevation in the snow at a death race training camp in Grande Cache. I have pepper spray and bear bells. Someday, I keep telling myself that it will quit raining and it will warm up. Until then the cottaging is going to wait.
June 11th, 2008 at 5:05 pm
Well I guess you won’t be eating wings, drinking beer and watching the ball game. Let’s hope you can outrun the bears.
Good Luck!
J.
January 23rd, 2010 at 8:16 pm
Golf is more fun than walking naked in a strange place, but not much.