Dad's been working on the backyard patio for weeks

I'm starting to think his idea of 'finishing touches' is just a myth, like a landscaping unicorn.

My dad says his garage isn't messy; it's a carefully curated archaeological dig site.

He knows exactly where the chisel from '87 is, but can't find his car keys from five minutes ago.

My dad insists his BBQ isn't just a cooking appliance.

He calls it a 'precision meat delivery system' that requires at least three separate thermometers and a spirit level.

My dad spent Father's Day by the grill, meticulously turning burgers and hot dogs.

When I asked if everything was ready, he just gave me a thumbs up and said, 'It's not just ready, it's grill-iant!'