you know, ever since dad and wbw got together, mar and i don’t see him much. that is, unless he wants something. i’m thinking he wants something. i just really don’t know what. maybe it is the $2 bill star note i got for him in washington. but, i really don’t think so. i know that he wants me to work on his the website for his business. i’m guessing that is it, but you really never know with him.
i don’t hear from him for months, and then all of a sudden, it is imparitive that i see him right then and there. needless to say, i really did have a busy weekend, and didn’t feel like moving things around to see him.
friday night, sb and i had to deal with my psychoness (and his flu). saturday, connie needed my help to tie bows on wedding favors for some ex-forty-niner… saturday night was my favorite thing to do in the spring, watch the sabercats kick some la advenger butt! sunday i met sb’s kids. there you go. that’s a weekend full of activity. lucky for daisy, she was either with me, or at mar’s house.
so do i feel bad about not making time to see my dad? hmmm. no, i don’t. why? because of all the times i really needed to see him, and he just wasn’t available…
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