My dad called me at work today.
He called me for only one reason: to tell me that my mom had called him to say how much she liked the birthday card he left for her this morning.
The birthday card that I bought for him to give to her.
That he hadn't asked me to pick up.
Which I slipped in his junk drawer and reminded him to sign.
Daughter. Personal shopper. Same difference.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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You are such an over achiever. :)
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