I talked to my dad
today and it was quite an ordeal. He
told me that he wanted me to visit while he was on vacation (the week of
Christmas), which I said was impossible because I’m visiting a friend the 27th-29th. So he said I should spend that weekend with
him (including New Years’ Eve) to which I said, “No way, Jose” or something to
that effect, anyway. So I suggested that
I spend some other weekend in January.
Well, Dad flipped out and said he wanted me to visit while he was home
and not working. I asked him where he’d
be on the weekend if he wasn’t going to be at home, which greatly confused
him. He kept repeating how I had to
visit him while he’d be at home, which leads me to wonder just exactly what
does he do with his weekends...? Does
he have some island home in the Pacific that he visits from Friday through Sunday?
By the time I hung
up Dad could hardly spell my name. He
told me to write down my schedule for my entire break (as if I know what it’s
going to be...oh, yeah, I’m psychic) so that he could mull it over and decide
when I should visit. (From 8:03 a.m. to
8:04 a.m. I will be brushing my teeth...)
I never knew a semester break could be so stressful!
So did the Vikings
win today? Did the Bears win? Oh, please, send me all of the football
scores and stats, will you, huh, huh, please?!
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