So this past weekend was Father’s Day and my son’s birthday.   I kind of like how those two are linked together for me.  While my ex-wife was suffering through a multi day delivery (which should have been a clue to us about how lazy he would be) we were enthralled by the low speed chase of OJ in the white Bronco.  Says a lot about how boring waiting for a birth can be, especially spread out over 3 days.  Due to my ex-wife being totally fucking nuts and becoming my ex due to the aforementioned state of being fucking nuts, I did not get to spend enough time being part of their lives.  Especially after she moved to PA, but this did lead me to cherishing every moment I could spend with them, even the long car trips ferrying them from PA to NC and back again.  I also drove 1300 miles round trip every other weekend to see them and attempt to give them some normalcy to their lives, ending up with a Chevy Lumina with over 300k miles on it.  Thank Morrigan for audio books, which is how I also got the kids hooked on the Discworld series.

The title of this post was used due to one of my favorite conversations with my son when he was in middle school.  “What do you want for your birthday?”  “Whatever.”  “Do you want to have a party?”  “Whatever.”  “What kind of cake do you want?”  “Whatever”  This lead to the whatever cake.  I called the local Ben and Jerry’s ice cream place and told them I wanted a cake made with whatever ice cream the had plenty of and the message on top to be whatever, so I picked up a Cherry Garcia and Mint Chip ice cream cake with vanilla frosting and the message on top being “Whatever”.  You don’t specify you get what you get.  Was a good cake and much laughter was had by all.

I could not come up with any sort of theme or topic tonight, so you get whatever.