Wednesday, October 29, 2008
What a day Dad had
from Dr. Seuss: "Dad is sad, very very sad. He had a bad day, what a day Dad had."
Wally started out his day flying, which was good, and got into the groove of hanging out with the guys from his old work. They decided to have lunch, and sat down together at the Jasmine, when the phone rang, and Alex said, "Wally, where are you?" He had forgotten his assignment downtown, and he left in a panic, unprepared (no badge, improper dress) for the tabernacle. Around 3:00 things were winding up there, and he got another call, this one from Laura, scolding him for not being home when she got there, and where was he?, etc. He headed for home, feeling a little out of sorts because of his error, and ending up breaking his 40 year status of no speeding ticket. By the time he got home, he was a little on the down side, and to make an end to a not-so-perfect day, he got a call from our Realtor in Alaska telling him that the pending sale of our house fell through.
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I hate those kind of days.
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