Believe me, he owes me.
I let him drive the truck to Blacksburg yesterday for the Virginia Tech memorial dedication (and to see thegirlfriend). He was ~supposed~ to leave there at 6, it was closer to nine so I was up until after midnight waiting for him.
Then he didn’t know where his first class was. There are two campus locations. So I had to print his schedule, and a map and directions to the bookstore.
And I had to wash his work uniform. That he could do, but I knew he’d never get up in time.
On my way in, I was wondering if my dad ever really had a drinking problem before my brother and I were teenagers.
Heh... It didn’t help, I’m sure :~)
Heh. Feeling like a Southern author today?