Because of my terribly awful, no good, very bad day yesterday, my dad called me up and asked me if the kids and I wanted to join him for breakfast. How could I say no?! A trip to The Original Pancake House--like there is any way I could turn THAT down. It is one of our very favorite places to eat at and has become a traditional birthday breakfast hot spot for my family. So the kids and I get up, dress/shower, and head out. Once we arrived we staked our claim on a large table, waited for my dad, then after he joined us and drinks were served, we proceeded to chat away.
Dad: "So Ian, do you know what today is?"
Ian: "Veteran's Day."
Dad: "Yes. And do you know what Veteran's Day is for?"
Ian: "Isn't it where all veterinarians take the day off?"
Dad: "Not quite."
It was all I could do not to spit out my decaf coffee. Needless to say, we told him the actual meaning behind Veteran's Day. So all you veterinarians get back to work. Except the one that killed our dog. She can take a permanent vacation.
Friday, November 11, 2005
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