My sister called me at work on Friday. As we were talking, I let out this “Oh, shit!” comment. It appears that I had forgotten my dad’s birthday. Just talking to my sister reminded me of it. So I called tonight and apologized, and he didn’t give it a second thought. My dad is very cool like that. I told him his present was on the way, and he told me I didn’t have to. I know I don’t have to. That’s why it’s called a gift. Anyway, we talked for a while and I gave him the skinny on what’s going on with the apartment and my health.
Now I’m trying to decide what I should be doing on a Saturday night. Part of me wants to stay in and part of me wants to go out. I’m doing laundry at the moment. In the dryer I have a load of underwear. That’s right, I have an entire load of laundry that’s nothing but boxer shorts. It’s been a while since I’ve done laundry. The funny thing is that I could probably go a couple more days.