Fathers Day

I had a fantastic Fathers day. So fantastic, that it has taken me two days to write about it. Such is the recuperation time for so much joy.

I slept in till 10:30. Trust me, that is a big deal. When I woke, I read Retro Gamer and was presented with bacon and eggs. So much that I couldn't finish it. I actually had to leave food on my plate. Ahh, the opulence.

I was given some lovingly hand crafted drawings of a princess, some handmade cards, and an ultra bright torch that can fry your eyes out.

I sat down and played Smash Bros: Brawl for 2 hours. I mashed the controller until my thumbs were pulp and it was bliss. I really started to feel the intricacies of each character, and get a feel for some very subtle nuances in the game. This was so refreshing, since the rest of the game is devoted to cartoon violence hyperbole, and the contrast was like chicken with lemon and prosciutto: Delicious.

Then I cleaned out the shed. I found that the spider situation was far less drastic than I had feared, and was the result of an overly visible minority. I thew out useless junk I didn't need, and uncovered other useless junk that I squirreled away for later. I categorised nuts, bolts, screws and nails in a tackle box, and hung tools on my hook board. At the end of the day I had a clean shed with plenty of room for lawn mowers and excess gutters, and everything where I can find it easily. Seriously folks, it doesn't get better than this.

Actually it does.

Then we went for icecream, and I came home and bought the id Megapack for half price off Steam, after a tip-off from my mate Jason.

BAM.