The Thing That Goes Doink

Not so much "they" but more like "he."

The "he" in question being my father.

I've usually heard something from him by now, or at the very least gotten a card in today's mail.

I've gotten neither. And I seriously doubt the phone call because it's half an hour until nine Miami time and he usually goes to bed about nine or nine-thirty.

Oh yeah...I'm probably not getting squat, though tomorrow he's in for a very interesting phone call if he does forget.

Thanks, Dad. I feel loved.

I got caught in the rain. 

My clothes were see through.

I felt like I was in a Girls Gone Wild video.

That is all.