sometimes I wonder if my father can tell time

[edenfalling]

My dad called me at 8:30 this morning. After I'd turned off my alarm clock and woken enough to realize it was the phone making noise, I was greeted like so:

"Oh, hi Liz, we were just talking with Vicky and she reminded us of the souvenir aspect."

And I was standing there still half-asleep thinking, 'What the hell? Are you going on a sudden, unplanned trip to the Grand Canyon or something, and wondering if I want a t-shirt?'

Then he continued, "Do you carry the Washington Post?"

Light dawned! The inauguration! Right! Yes! But... "No, we don't carry it," I told him. Which, incidentally, I have told him before. Several times.

I probably sounded groggy enough that he realized he was calling me before I'm usually up, and said, "Oh, did I wake you on your day off?"

"No, it's a work day," I said, and very politely didn't add, 'which makes it much worse because I have to get up for real at 10 o'clock and now I have effectively lost a good forty-five minutes of the sleep I would have gotten between now and then because you have woken me up too thoroughly.'

"Well, have a good day," he said, and hung up.

*headdesk*

I love my family, but some days, I swear to god, I wonder about their sanity. (Also, hello, my sister lives in D.C.; why was he not asking her in the first place??? Argh!)

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On a completely different topic, look, new default icon! It's a computer-drawn version of a pen-and-ink doodle I used to draw all the time in notebooks when I was supposed to be paying attention to lectures. It began its life as the logo of an imaginary vanity press business I invented for a high school history project, but became something of a signature for a while, as well as the basis for several related doodles. I still tend to draw it (or other mini-sketches in a similar style) beside my signature on cards, as part of a cunning plan to disguise my lack of any appropriate and/or interesting words. :-)