The Evening Dinner When Dad Couldn't Figure Out How We Made the Potatoes so Happy To See Him - He Just Couldn't Figure It Out

I really wanted kielbasa and pirogies, but there were no sausages in the house....just Steak-Ums and peppers, and McCain's happy fries. I also made a great salad with goat cheese and candied walnuts (you do what you can with you have lying around). 

Dad lost his glasses, so we spent most of the day searching for them. Tore up the house, but they still haven't appeared, so not sure what we can do to rectify the issue. He insists on going to the eye doctor today, so we'll see how that goes. We just might be able to arrange that, although I can't imagine how he'll do behind an eye machine. If Tricia was still in the area, I'd have her services stop by as she made a killing on working with senior citizens who weren't being served in the area. I know she sold the business, but I'm not sure to whom. 

And I gave myself the burned bun. Figured I'd take the smokier one, given that I tend to make food they normally don't eat. 

Stomach doctor comes tot he house today. Temperatures begin to drop again, and rain returns. Tuesday in CNY, but without a Tuesday night to celebrate at Chubby's. Almost makes ya feel naked not having a dive bar to saunter down to with the locals on a Tuesday night. 

Ah, at least Papi Butch got his happy faces. We told him, "The potatoes were just really excited to see us tonight, Dad."

We should have such happy meals.