Father's Day
My Dove chocolate promises for the day include: "Flirting is mandatory" and "Dare to love completely." Not a couple of bad suggestions by any means. It's been a relatively relaxing Sunday; I woke up, gave Padre a card with my siblings, spent a good hour discussing my grad party - can you say tense!? Please, God, let there be good weather next Sunday - and now Anna and I are relishing the Haugen family store of technology in the living room. This laptop is becoming my favorite thing in the world, how sad is that? I can't keep off it; unlimited internet, all my favorite music, my friends a mouse click away... and none of the kids can touch it! Beautiful, really. So, I called Ryan yesterday with the NFL results (DISTRICT 196, BABY). It was strange, talking to him. We haven't spoken in a long time. Not really for any good reason (despite what I tell people), we just don't talk. He's not creepy or a pedophiliac by any means, this much I know. He's just a guy, he works at a restaurant with his best friend, he's auditioning in front of Joe Dowling this week for the part of a lifetime: Hamlet on the Guthrie Theatre stage. He made it very clear to me that this is the week from hell for him, and I get that. No surprise, no hurt feelings, nothing. Blank stare and an encouraging "good luck." Funny how things change.