WATCH. (it's only about one minute, and safe for work.)

I love Robert Downey, Jr. It's SO nice to see him back and healthy and working.

As for the movie itself...meh. It was too long and slow in places, but Roy loved it, and it being Father's Day means that was a good thing.

Then dinner at Bugatti's, and Frostys at Wendy's.

Home now, and I've opened fic to write on before the hell of Monday's schedule strikes tomorrow...Take a deep breath now...

Once we get past dance, things should calm down. Tomorrow is sheer HELL:

10-10:45am: Piano
11:30am-12:40pm: Swimming lessons
2-3pm: Staff meeting via phone
4:50-7:15pm: Dance dress rehearsal (if rehearsals are moving on time, usually they're not, so figure 7:45)

And we have to travel to all these places, except my meeting, of course.

If I'm lucky, I'll get some work done in between...gahhh...

You know that scene in Survival, at the end, when Starsky finds Hutch trapped under his car?

The way Starsky so gently and carefully picks up Hutch's head, to let him know he's there - my dad totally would have done that with a friend.

He may have been a tough guy, but he was a mushball inside, too.

Miss you, Dad.

Funny note: This morning on one of the myriad Sunday morning music shows Portland radio stations seem to have, we were listening to the country station's "Legends and Outlaws" where they were playing Kenny Rogers' "You Picked a Fine Time To Leave Me, Lucille".

Now, if you're a NASCAR fan at all, you may be aware that Darryl Waltrip, who used to drive and is now one of the commentators, once said "you picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel" when a driver had to face the hell of having a wheel fall off his car.

Roy wants to rewrite all the lyrics to fit that scenario, and boy, would my dad have been RIGHT THERE with him to do that. It would have been hysterical.

Gods, I miss him.