I hadn’t talked to my parents in 5 days. I called them last night.
My mother: “So you’ve been having a nice time with Michael, I see.”
(If I didn’t have a blog, and I hadn’t talked to my parents in 5 days, that would be a completely creepy comment – but since I have a blog, all is normal.)
Me: “Oh, it’s been so great to see him. Awesome time.”
Then she said, “I loved your tribute.”
Me: “Oh, thank you.”
Big discussion about the 2,996 project. It was great. My mother is wonderful, wants to know everything.
Then I hear my dad in the background, clamoring for the phone.
My mother: “Hang on – Dad wants to say something.”
My father gets on the phone. Launches right in. “Who reads Cymbeline for fun???”
Your dad was clamoring for the phone? My father has be dragged kicking and screaming to the phone. Usually my mother will yell to him, “You want to say anything to Patrick?” Then I hear him in the background yelling, “hi, Patrick.”
hahahahahahahaha
In my 21 years of existence I can remember MAYBE 5 times I’ve seen my dad willingly speak on the phone. i don’t even usually get a “hi” in the background. Its usually a grunt or a “yeah, he waved”… :P
your parents are a hoot, sheila! they sound kinda like mine, although it’s hard to imagine my dad clamouring for the phone, either…
I’m SURE he said, “Dearest, who reads Cymbeline for fun?”
I love your dad. In my mind, he looks like Christopher Plummer, and he wears old corduroys and sweaters and tweed jackets with suede elbows patches.
Lisa – HA! “Dearest”!!
To be clear, my dad is not a real clamor-for-the-phone guy but I think the fact that I mentioned on my blog, “So I was reading Cymbeline” called him into action.
Oh – and there needs to be some kind of Red Sox regalia in your image of my dad. A hat, a shirt, SOMEthing. :)
That’s nice. It makes me miss my parents.