New Day, new NaBloPoMo. Actually it’s the end of Feb. 2 and the new day begins in about ten minutes, but today’s been kinda crazy-insane. I’m gonna tough this one out this whole month! Here’s today’s assignment:
Tell us about your father.
This is the best way I can talk about my Dad: with an email he sent me last week. Names have been changed; my dad does not call me by my Pseudonym and my dad does not refer to his spouse using non-proper nouns unless they are “Darlin'” or “Sweetie.”
Dear BellesouthJust in case you have not heard my messages, I will apologize for the four times tried to reach you.I messed up on the day of the Lewis Black and Democrat Dude deals. Yesterday afternoon I got ready, drove to our meeting place, and waited. According to AT&T, I parked the car at 5:58 PM.With immense pride, I said to myself, “I actually got here before Bellesouth, Ha, Ha!”Oh yes, I arrived 24 hours and two minutes before Bellesouth. “Ha, Ha, Ha !”I waited. No Bellesouth. I began to worry. I worried about the color of my ride.My first call was to let you know I was driving a black Chrysler 300. It is the rental car our insurance provided whilemy wife’s car is in the shop. I was worried you would not be able to find me in the dark.I worried more. I reasoned, “It is not like Bellesouth to be late. She may have had a wreck or been mugged. Maybeshe needs me to rescue her from evil enemies.”I made the second call. I did not leave a message. I could not think of what to say, other than something like“Are you dead?”I waited more.. Still no Bellesouth.My third call was a complete accident. I was trying to call my wife. However, by now I was no longer in control or my fingers. Mike checking “Finger Power! they speed dialed your number.Only then did I begin to question the date. Listen to the message left on the fourth call if you want the rest of the story.Sorry about that. See you at six o’clock tonight.Love,Stupid