My dad is in Charlotte. Yesterday he called me and said, "Hey, I'm 20 minutes away. I'm coming to get you."
"What? I have to get ready."
"You have to get ready??"
"Yes... you didn't tell me you were coming."
"You should have read my mind."
"Oh. I forgot."
That's where I get it from. I also found out I get the "Where are you going?" when he's still in the house from him. Blame D, Rashan. I'll let him know you do.
My sister and I went with my dad to Cantina 1511.
He was like "Mexican? Ew." I said, "When was the last time you had Mexican?" "When you left Pittsburgh." "Exactly. You're overdue." He got seviche (in the martini glass). Him and my sister had never had it before and both liked it. Two new converts!! I'm awesome. I had tacos with plantain mash. My sister had enchiladas. He had chardonnay, we both had margaritas. Delish!
And when I got home, every time my mom walked past me, she tapped my head. That's three times in the last 4 minutes. I said, "What is your problem???" "You're not paying me any attention. I want your undivided attention and you're on that computer." Hmmm... I suppose that's where I get that from. This trip has been so revelatory.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve!!!