Huh...interesting...

My father turned 80 on Thursday.

I'm mostly busier than a one-legged woman in an ass-kicking contest, so I didn't make definitive plans with/for him ages ago, however, as his b-day neared and I saw all of the things I could do this weekend, I decided none were really more important than taking KFC to him for lunch. He loves KFC, and he gets it for lunch twice a year...his b-day, and Father's Day.

He lives 1.5hrs from me, so I don't go visit very often and, as he's gotten older, he likes leaving his area and driving thru the Big City less and less. He doesn't usually have his wife drive either, cuz, in his words, "she scares the hell out of me." (she's almost 60).

So, on Thursday I called and left a message for him to call me. He didn't. Then he called my house twice on Friday. I work during the day. Not sure why he didn't call my mobile phone, but just as well, cuz I really don't have time for personal calls when I'm at work. I returned his calls Friday evening. My stepbrother said he was out. I told him if they get back after 8:30, don't call. Not only do I HATE the phone, I get really crabby when people call after 8:30.

Jump to this morning, 7:00 a.frickin'.m. Phone rings. Guess who? Yep...groggy, saying he just woke up. Lucky for him I'd been up for an hour or I would have had a cow!

So, the offer was for us to go up, whatever time they got home from church, and take KFC. There would have been 7 of us (my stepbrother and his girlfriend live there too), but for some crazy reason, my dad seems to think that any time we come up is cause to invite a bunch of people over! What. the. fuck.? I honestly am not sure he has any idea of what is going on with me. When he asks, I start to tell him, and that reminds him of something that happened years ago and he goes off on a tangent telling that story. So, here he could have us, just our family (cuz when they come here it's for Mother's Day or Christmas and a house-full of everyone else family) come up for a few hours, but he has invited EIGHT other people to the house.

And we're buying lunch.

Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck.