Father's Day

My sister and I look different from each other because we had different fathers, the milkman and the mailman. At least, that's what my mother says. Unfortunately the milkman no longer delivers to my neighbourhood and Canada Post doesn't deliver on Sundays so we had to make do with our biological father instead.

I made a couscous salad and some halibut for dinner which we ate in the back yard. I also baked a cake that was cleverly packaged to look storebought. We ate it and laughed as we listened to all our neighbours fight. Happy father's day to them too.

I wrote a nice letter to my mother's father today. I don't intend to send it.