My dad can be so random sometimes. One second we’ll be talking about the weather or what my nephews are doing, the next minute he’s talking about needing a colon cleanser. Thanks dad! I miss him though, even his old stories of “way back when.” His stories are always more dramatic (and at times traumatic) than anyone’s. I think a lot of parents, and grandparents, are like that though. I guess in a way they’re right though. My dad grew up poor and worked from the time he was like 9 years old. Plus, (lol) he had to walk 10 miles to school each day. Up hill, down hill, in the rain and in the snow (mine you, he grew up and still lives in south Georgia). I can’t say that I believe the snow one…

Speaking of dad though; I really need to give him a call tomorrow. Our last phone call was mid-week. I try to talk to my family a couple of times a week, you know, to keep sane!