i called my dad twice last night, no answer. this morning, he calls at like, 630am. i’m too sleepy to pick up. i get to work, sit through meeting, do things, then check my phone. NINE MISSED CALLS FROM DAD. of course i panic, fearing something happened to my grandma. i call him immediately. the conversation goes something like this:
me: dad why did you call me 10 times today? is everything okay?!
D: i was worried about you! you called me twice last night and this morning i kept calling
me: what do you mean, why were you worried? it wasn’t a big deal i just called last night cuz i had a question to ask.
D: well, i thought something happen to you. i thought you died! you didn’t answer phone.
me: /breakout laughter/ why would you think i died?
D: allergies are very bad right now, your allergies are bad. and you have asthma, and sometimes…asthma…can make you go to heaven.
and bonus, here’s a quaint txt msg from my mom (who is on the road):
we are in the middle no where thanks for you girls nice gift GPS we are feeling more secure and safe
followed by another text:
we safe arrive to desert spring now *:-D