You know how kids think having to eat vegetables is some sort of punishment? After they’ve turned down yet another food you know they would like if they would just try it, you’re like, “just eat this fucking broccoli because it’s good for you! Why won’t you listen to me?!”
I expected it to be worse, honestly. But, generally speaking, what is Father’s Day to an adult? Especially when you live several hours away. You buy a present (maybe) and you make a phone call.
Was I getting sick?
My throat hurt. Earlier, I coughed and was overwhelmed by vertigo. My body ached.
“Maybe my blood pressure is high. Did I feel like this when I had preeclampsia? Great. I’m probably dying.”
The golden box was maybe a foot on each side. Definitely smaller than a breadbox. Way too small to contain my dad.
Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the stoplight near Lorelei’s school when my phone rang.
My mother’s number came up on the caller ID. My family is, as a collective, not phone people. Once you get us on the phone we can get sucked into a conversation and spend an evening chatting. But in general, we will always choose text or email. It’s completely normal for me to go weeks, even months, without talking on the phone to my sister or parents.
Every year around Easter, Peeps start showing up in stores and everyone is like, “OMG they are so nasty!” and you realize that nobody over the age of 12 enjoys them. I always laugh and say, “Oh yeah, I can eat like one a year. Same for Cadbury Cream Eggs!”
Me last year
Me this year
February was so long that it lasted into March (-Dar Williams)
Snow in March is never not bullshit.