Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Father Daughter Conversation

My dad doesn't call often. In general, I don't talk to my parents a whole lot. Life is easier that way. Today, he left me a voice mail, letting me know he loved me, and saying he was sorry for being a bad father. He does this on occasion.

I called him back after school. The conversation went like this:

Dad: I went to the doctor today. He told me how long I have left.

Me: Huh?

Dad: The doctor told me how long I have left to live.

Me: What?

Dad: Yeah, he said I could live as long as I wanted.

Me: Dad! Don't DO THAT! I was getting all excited about getting my inheritance! All $7.00 of it!

So you see folks, I get my sick sense of humor from my parents. I didn't create this on my own.

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