For my Father's Day, the first thing I asked for (and got) was a couple hours alone in the morning to do some pages. I almost finished a short story called "The Bone Orchid," (finished it just now, actually--first draft, though. It needs a lot of work).
Then we went out to breakfast. I love going out for breakfast. Unfortunately, we get a late start and had to eat lunch instead.
From there we caught a bus to the Museum of History and Industry. I've been meaning write a story set in old Seattle, but it needs researching. I got some great ideas for it, though.
After that, we came home and I made burgers for us all. The buns were store-bought, but everything else was especially nice.
Great day. It was a great day.
