Thursday, August 25, 2011

Got a call from Sam today...

Sam  just called to check in on me after a week at the beach.  I was home with Dana, working, and enjoying the peace and quiet.

"Hello Da?"
"yes Sam."
"Are you happy?"
"Well, I guess I am happy, why do you ask?"
"Umm, did you do the happy dance when we all left?"
"The what?"
"You know, the one where you say 'do do do, its my brithday, no ones' home, do do do' (we do sometimes refer to this in our family as the 'happy dance')."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"We had a lot of fun here.  We went to the beach, we went to the boardwalk.  It was a lot of fun."
"Wow, it sounds like fun."
"I had to dial a one before your number."
"What?"
"I had to press the number one before I dialed your number."
"Sure, that would make sense, it is long distance from the beach house."
"Hey dad?'
"Yeah?"
"Bye."
And he hung up.  I guess that was all he wanted to say. 

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