Popsicle's been on the pop
I hate it when my Dad phones me up drunk. He gets very mushy, and it makes me feel incredibly guilty that I do not see him so much, because truthfully I miss him, a lot. He reminisces about when I was little, and goes on and on about how much he loves me. I alway come off the phone needing a hug, preferably from him. I never cry while I am on the phone to him, but I would be lying if I said the dam did not break as soon as I hang up. Hanging up is always another ordeal, because he does that "you hang up first" thing, and I don't like to put the phone down on him if he is still rabbiting on. He is currently stranded in Aberdeen, awaiting a helicopter flight offshore, and has been waiting for two days now. At least it was only 11pm this time...