Yesterday was Father’s day and it nearly slipped by us unnoticed this year. Since dad passed in the fall of 2006 I really haven’t kept track of it anymore. I figure Drew should have to remember something since he left Mother’s day up to me. Probably explains why our mom’s received flowers and his dad got a late night phone call.

Come to think of it, I’m sure I graced dad with many late night phone calls wishing him happy Father’s day and assuring him that a card and/or present was in the mail. At least 50% of the time I’m sure the card actually made it into mailbox before the phone call was made.

For a non-father, Drew usually makes out quite well on Father’s day. A few years back he wanted a new lawnmower. We had completely forgotten that it was Father’s day and couldn’t figure out why the stores were so packed. We bought a new lawnmower and Drew happily toddled off through the yards testing it out. It wasn’t until a neighbour was showing off the tie he got from his 4 year old daughter (ooh, sparkly) that Drew realized what day it was.

We did it again this year.

I wanted some capris or shorts to wear over the summer. Most of my shorts aren’t appropriate to wear to work – silly dress code – so after I’d gotten sick and tired of working on my paper we hopped into the truck and headed off. Shopping therapy is always nice. Usually I don’t manage to find a lot that I like at prices I’m willing to pay so when I landed at the store with the giant SALE! signs in the window I was pretty excited. I managed to find 3 pairs of capris, 3 pairs of normal dress pants, and three shirts.

Drew’s eyes bugged out of his head when he paid the bill. Then he got his revenge.

He decided he wanted to stop into Moore’s to check out their suits. He has a few but wanted to increase his wardrobe. My mistake was thinking that he was in a browsing mood. Drew hates to shop but once he’s made up his mind to do so, he dives in feet first. One mortgage payment later we left the store with two suits, a macintosh, new dress shoes, and a shirt.

Remember those bugged out eyes when he paid my bill? It was less than a third of Drew’s. He didn’t even bat an eye when he paid his. He’s trying to tell me I got “the look” because he thought I’d brought my Interac card with me. He should know better. Besides, it’s not like the joint account magically has more $$ in it when we use my card instead of his…

Drew’s clothing selections are interesting. 60% of the time he wears a uniform. When he’s puttering around the house, he wears ratty jeans and t-shirts. I’m having problems prying them from his hands. To say he’s attached to them is the understatement of the year. I think he cried the last time I threw out one of his t-shirts. It was so filled with holes that it showed off more skin than it covered. You’d never know this is the same guy who likes to get dolled up in suits and ties and go out. Hell, he even owns his own Tux! And don’t get me started on the number of shined dress shoes that are in his closet. We counted once. He has 3x the number of shoes I do. Uses some silly excuse about being issued shoes by the gov’t…

What’s a little bit odd (to me anyway) is the fact that he has no real mid-range casual clothes. He used to wear golf shirts and khaki’s but stopped a few years back. Oh, you can catch him in a (slightly ratty) golf shirt paired with really fugly jeans on rare occasions. Really rare.

That’s my man. He’s got three looks; man-in-uniform, homeless bum, and businessman/mobster. Happy non-Father’s day to you.

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