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xiphiasIt's 10:20ish on Sunday morning. I just woke up and listened to the answering machine. "Hi, this is your father, extending an invitation to get together at [ a pretty nice place fairly far away from us] at 11 AM." He'd called yesterday at 4.
We were at a party from 2 PM to well past bedtime yesterday, so this is the earliest I'd heard of it. I had heard general rumors that there was Stuff To Do today for father's day, but this is the first that I'd heard what it was, where, or when.
If we left now, we'd still not make it to the brunch. And neither of us is showered or dressed. Besides, some friends are in from upstate New York for the weekend, and we're going to get together with them.
Now, I know perfectly well why nobody bothered to let us know about what was happening when and where until 4 o'clock on the day before. It's because nobody decided what was happening where and when until 3:59 on the day before.
For the record: this is not my parents' fault. It drives my folks nuts. . .
We were at a party from 2 PM to well past bedtime yesterday, so this is the earliest I'd heard of it. I had heard general rumors that there was Stuff To Do today for father's day, but this is the first that I'd heard what it was, where, or when.
If we left now, we'd still not make it to the brunch. And neither of us is showered or dressed. Besides, some friends are in from upstate New York for the weekend, and we're going to get together with them.
Now, I know perfectly well why nobody bothered to let us know about what was happening when and where until 4 o'clock on the day before. It's because nobody decided what was happening where and when until 3:59 on the day before.
For the record: this is not my parents' fault. It drives my folks nuts. . .