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Bad daughter. Bad bad daughter...
Oct. 20th, 2003 03:09 pmI’m a bad daughter. Bad bad bad bad daughter.
I should have bought and given my father a birthday present last week while I was in Wausau. But, no, I don’t even THINK of it. Bleh. Now today is his 65th birthday.
Ok, so I call his office. He’s not there. But, he’s supposed to be back to work today! What happened? I had a horrid feeling that something happened to him on Friday, but when I didn’t hear from my mother, I figured it must just be me. Pbbt. He FELL on Friday and bruised his ribs and sprained his left wrist. Now he’s not back at work because he can’t breathe or type. Nothing at all to do with his recovery from the surgery. Nothing to do with heart, lung, etc. Nope. Just normal clumsiness.
Poor Dad.
*sigh*
I should have bought and given my father a birthday present last week while I was in Wausau. But, no, I don’t even THINK of it. Bleh. Now today is his 65th birthday.
Ok, so I call his office. He’s not there. But, he’s supposed to be back to work today! What happened? I had a horrid feeling that something happened to him on Friday, but when I didn’t hear from my mother, I figured it must just be me. Pbbt. He FELL on Friday and bruised his ribs and sprained his left wrist. Now he’s not back at work because he can’t breathe or type. Nothing at all to do with his recovery from the surgery. Nothing to do with heart, lung, etc. Nope. Just normal clumsiness.
Poor Dad.
*sigh*
