While I feel slightly guilty about making fun of my dad and I's phone conversations, it's not so guilty that I would not actually DO it...
This call occurred Monday evening. He called me.
Me: Hi Dad.
Dad: Hi, sweeeetttttiiiimaaajiggggy. (Dad is on several medications for his COPD, and sometimes, he takes a Lortab...this would be one of those times).
Me: Oh goodness. Hi.
Dad: Hi there!
Me: Uh, you feeling okay?
Dad: Yup! Just calling to see how the big move went!
Me: That hasn't happened yet. This Sunday is when I'm moving everything out of the house to the storage unit.
Dad: Why did you change your mind on when you were moving?
Me: I didn't.
Dad: So then did you get everything moved?
Me: Sigh...no, Dad. THIS Sunday is when I'm moving. Not this last Sunday, THIS COMING SUNDAY.
Dad: Oh. Do you still have stuff to move out?
Me: Yes, Dad, an entire house full of stuff.
Dad: Well, why did you not get it all moved? Do you not have any help? Have all your friends moved away or something?
Me: Yes. Everyone has moved away. But not me. Cause I am moving this.coming.Sunday.
Dad: Hope you get some help! Be sure to buy them beer for helping you move!
Me: Okay, Dad, I'm sure I can find a way to tha...
Dad: So what changed your mind on when to move?!
Me: I'm hanging up now.
Dad: Did I call your work number? I love you, leeeetttllllewhippppersnnaaaaapppper!