So Friday night Wifey goes to a wedding without me.
I had to work that day so I couldn't go.
The bride had given each one of her guests a mason jar filled with penny-type candy.
Wifey doesn't much like candy.
It just kinda sat there on the counter taunting me.
I like candy.
So I wake up on Sunday morning and see a greeting card with my name on it.
In Wifey's handwritting.
It's Father's Day.
Wifey gets me a card for Father's Day.
The mason jar filled with candy is still on the counter a few feet away.
I look at the card.
I look at the candy.
I don't open either one.
I look back at the candy.
It's time to shower so I go upstairs (with visons of sugar plums dancing in my head) (or something)
When I come downstairs I notice the mason jar filled with candy is now on top of my card.
I'm not even her father.