And here's to the Big Fella

I think it's safe to say, my Dad is an original. In Aussie lingo - a top bloke, who never fails to be buffled and befaddled by my ability to be bawling my eyes out but still squeeze in a few laughs at the same time. He is a culinary pioneer, never knowing exactly what he uses or how things will turn out, and we've been lucky so far except for the unfortunate green eggs and ham breakfast incident of 1996. Let's not repeat that one. Stick to biscuits and gravy and we'll be just grand. That said, I'm eager to get home and see the new science room he's been talking about. Love ya, Dad.