I am just using this post to share this ridiculous photo our dear Miss Emily took of my husband. Doesn't it look like she captured him reaching for the next rung on some corporate ladder? What I REALLY wanted to do for Father's day was pay to have this put on a park bench or side of a bus, with "Luke Speier: Pharmaceutical Sales Rep" and his cell number printed on it.
But we made him some homemade bloody mary mix with some fun garnishes instead...better than a rolodex, I guess.He also took the whole fam to see Toy Story 3. It was fantastic. Pixar is always cute and clever, but like Finding Nemo, I was suprised at how emotionally involved I was in it by the end. I enjoyed it so much more than any grown-up movie I've seen in a long, long time. I wish the rest of Hollywood would take note and concentrate on telling a great story instead of packing their films with the latest pop-culture references and potty humor. Toy Story 3 was totally clean (I think the word "butt" was used once...) and Audrey's belly laugh was ringing out the whole time.
But anyway, enough of my ranting, I'm off to pack.
