So Easter was great. I spent Wednesday with my parents and Thursday with Lacy. We went to a coffee shop, Last Stop CD Shop where I bought “Death Becomes Her” (excellent indeed), and yoga class, where I learned I can walk on my knees in the lotus position. So talented, I know. Let’s see, Thursday I spent with Lacy…Friday, Lacy…and a little Becca too. Saturday, Lacy…and Sunday, Easter, my mom’s sister’s husband’s family at the community center. And then Lacy and Becca.
Monday everyone was gone so I hung out with my cat before coming back to school.
So I spent a grand total of like five minutes with my dad. It went like this:
Rachel’s Kitchen, Wednesday evening…
Dad: “So how’s school going?”
Me: “Oh, it’s good, you know I’m taking some classes –”
Dad: “Oh. Have you seen the dog?”
Me: (Blink) “Um, yeah, I can see her from here.” (I could be standing six inches from the dog and he will still ask me this. Never fails)
Dad: “Oh. When are you going back to school then?”
Me: “Not until Monday.”
Dad: “Oh.” (Pause) “Good to have you home, honey.”
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday…repeat. Monday, call dad from cell phone once I get back to school:
Dad: “When are you coming home again?”
Me: (Muffled scream, sound of breaking glass)
Dad: “Oh. Well, we’ll see ya, I’m going to walk the dog.”
He definitely loves the dog, and I’m pretty sure he loves me too. But I was here first.
