Yesterday evening, around 5:50, maybe quarter to 6, my dad called me while he was driving.

He asked me how I was doing.  I said I was okay.  And he wanted to thank me again for spending Father's day with him on Sunday.  We had gone to see Shrek 3 and to lunch.  As a present I had given him a dozen and a half of home made chocolate chip cookies, a ( Read more... )