Father’s Day was this weekend. The day when Dad can put his feet up, blast music from his stereo and crack as many head-in-your-hands types of jokes as possible… and not have anyone complain about it. Sounding familiar?
In our family, we’ve succumbed to withstanding the same joke on repeat uttered from my Dad. His favourite being: ‘I used to be a werewolf… but I’m alright *nOOoOwwww* – screeched in some sort of demented howl.