Hello? Anybody There?
I think perhaps we are beginning to take this whole "we don't talk to our families" thing a little too seriously. Ponder this conversation:
Me (to Daddy): When is the last time your Dad called?
Daddy: My birthday.
Me: When's the last time you called him?
Daddy: Right after we got back from Florida.
SO, that means it has been 174 days since Burgh Baby's Grandpa was last able to prove that he knew how to use a phone. And that makes it 127 days since we used a phone to call him. We are a pitiful lot.
While I am admittedly even worse about using the phone (oh, how I hate the things), I vow to stay in touch with Alexis when she grows up. In fact, I think I shall harrass her daily. As long as we are able to get her to move out, that is.
(This blog post brought to you by Daddy who requested that I add a countdown widget to the blog to count the hours/days/minutes since anyone called us. I opted to tone down his request since we are also guilty as charged.)
The pond? Looks really good this year. Alexis agrees.
Reader Comments (1)
nana has called daddy and left hime in charge of kisses hugs and love sent from her nana. i am not one of the guilty family members.
not this time. ha ha
love to all of you