We can be rotten... but we sure clean up nice.
My Dad called me on Saturday, and when I didn't answer he left me a message...
Colleen, this is Dad. I'm standing on the deck on this boat here. Uh, I was just wondering where you were. Alright, talk to ya later. Bye.
How mean is my Dad? Just calling to rub it in that they're headed on a cruise in the Caribbean and I'm up here in New Jersey where it's been down to 8 degrees and it's snowing.
Rotten mean Dad.
Of course... I suppose I can't actually get too upset... since I believe I might have made a similar call one August when we headed to Bermuda on a cruise ship without them. Of course, I was calling him in Florida where it was 90ish degrees and sunny and not in New Jersey where it's currently 25 degrees, snowing, and an early school dismissal has been called.
So I'm sticking with my initial response. Rotten mean Dad. (But I love him to pieces.)
His phone call did bring to mind the fact that I never scanned in the portraits we had taken when we went on our cruise (all together) last August. Looking at them just has me wondering when we can go on our next cruise.