Lesbian Dad

A haberdashery interlude

Ever since he turned 80, my sister has thrown our dad a lavish birthday dinner party at her place (our childhood home).  She urges him to invite as many close personal friends as he likes.  She prepares never less than a four course meal; the first year it was seven. 

Wee missive

That would be DEAR, by the way, not OEAQ, as you might be tempted to read.  And FEEL your tummy, not PEEL.  Last two words taken as dictation by kindly preschool staff.  Likewise the fancy trim. Tummy feeling having developed as a luxury on the order of a spa visit, during her little

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