Ninety Minutes?!?

So I was awfully quiet about Father’s Day, which was yesterday. I think a lot of people discount it as a holiday made up to counteract the glory of Mother’s Day by making sure all fathers regardless of race, creed, religion and miscellaneous ambiguity receive enough ties to choke Jabba the Hut…if we try really hard. With E working, we mostly celebrated on Friday, though I made a bangin’ brunch yesterday.

Truth be told, I didn’t blog about yesterday about Father Day cause I was busy actually talking to my own Daddy dearest. Just a note to everyone out there, I would NEVER actually refer to him as that cause now that I’ve gone off and typed that…it looks creepy as fuck. Calling home is something that does come very often from me, not so much because of the expense but because it’s so bloody hard to get a hold of someone. The production goes something like this: Call home….answering machine. Call mom mobile…voice mail. Call shop…ring-a-ling-a-ling. Call Laundry…well…you get the picture. There’s prolly a couple other numbers I could try – especially if could remember them but dear gods, I’d have better luck sacrificing a small animal in the name of my parents in hopes it summons their images into the ensuing pool of blood than I do calling them.

Surprisingly, my mom answered the phone when I called and for a good while I didn’t even realize my dad was home too. And then more than an hour into it, I discovered both my brother and sister were ALSO home…holy shit – it’s a clan meet going on and I’m not even there to join in! Talking to him – hell, talking to all of them just really reminds me how much I miss them all.

I hope all you dad’s out there had a great Father’s Day. Gotta get to my raid so I’m out of here!