Good morning, lovelies!
Monday night I got a call from my dad around 6ish in the PM. And, because I was elbows deep in Skyrim, I didn’t see the call until after 9PM, which is usually when my folks bed down.
So, I figured I’d just call him tomorrow.
I get to work yesterday and there’s a voicemail from my dad on my work line.
Pretty nonspecific — just call him back.
My brain starts clicking — what the hell is wrong this time???
I called back immediately and it went to voicemail. I figured he’s at work.
Around 4:30PM I called my dad back and he answered, having gotten off early.
“So, where’s the fire?” I asked.
“Well, hell, I was just about drunk and wanted someone to talk to.”
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