Sunday, June 18, 2006

happy happy to all you dads out there.

good morning. mmm. yawn.

i woke up a scarce 20 minutes ago. Well intentioned to be out the door by now but alas. I'm working on an hour delay- and may officially blame my 8pm dacquri, preparing my father- a father's day present, and reading a friends sript. now i must actually shower, eat breakfast, and ponder my wardrobe choices for such a hot day. i may even go with shorts. yah man. yah. i'm so daring.

so i never get my dad anything. usually i'm like hey dad- happy fathers day. and he's all, thanks. and i'm all, your welcome. sometimes that saying about familiarity breeds contempt. i think probably in my case distance would too- but it's never too late to start making small gestures. saying true things- like thanks for making me. bcs it is all about me. normally on mothers day mom gets a card that says, happy 'me being born' day. bcs if it weren't for me- where would they be as parents. nowhere. clearly.

so i got dad some socks- bcs he really has horrible taste in socks. i got him some that wick-away moisture, that have cushioning, that do not- ride up past his ankle- he wears sandles and he never wears pants anymore... just the dickies version of bermuda shorts. so you know- ankle socks with teva sandles are seriously necessary. why certain people, aka my dad, just snap one day and say i will only wear this bcs i know 'this' is comfortable- and never consider that anything else might also be fashionable and comfortable- is a mystery of the ages. also i got him some flavored old fashioned soda- like grape, orange cream-sicle, and black cherry cream. i am like, such a good daughter- like the best on earth.

okay but now i really have to go- have a good day and stay cool where-ever you arein blogland.

a pic of my dad forthcoming.

3 comments:

Kurt said...

I must go make the call to Dad soon and get updated on all the sitcoms. Good times!

Kurt said...

My mistake - he wanted me to explain cable TV.

mendacious said...

well it 'sound's fascinating.

my dad called my friend a communist yesterday. while she said it was okay, deep down his joke that perhaps she should move to canada with her socialist friends cut a little too deeply, given her fear of the 51st state.