so, i called my dad today..on his 72nd birthday. being the designated 'ungrateful daughter,' i was floored when i actually remembered both his home & office number, as i was calling mid walk, without a rolodex. when i called the house first, no one picked up, so i called the office. bev (my step mom) picked up and reassured me that dad was indeed home and probably just putting the dogs out when i called.
when i called dad again, he picked up, and in his rushed, 'i'm in the middle of something' voice said, 'yehello.' i replied, 'hi dad, it's your daughter, becky..' to which he replied,