Happy Father's Day to all you rascals out there who made some poor woman suffer from nausea for at least three months, and then experience heartburn and having to pee all the time for the rest of the months and then had to pass a camel through the eye of a needle. But I'm betting the fathers we have here stuck with the job until those little darlings were all grown up. They didn't hit and run lot so many today whom I would not even give the dignity of calling a father. Stan could get grumpy at times but I credit that with having to work at night at an extremely boring job with nasty bosses, but he went into work each day so he could provide for those kids and the government didn't have to. Thanks to all those who toughed out the terrible twos, the rebellious teens and the occasional boomerang kids. And a special thanks to my Dad who has been in Heaven for over 10 years now. I still miss him, especially his Irish humor. Thankfully it lives on in his grandson. Happy Father's Day all. And a blessed Sunday morning to all here who aren't fathers.