one.hundred.thirty.seven
every year my dad calls me a day early to wish me a happy birthday.
every year i tell him that it's his sister's birthday, and that mine is the next day.
every year.
when he called today i bust out laughing. it's just so ridiculous. surely by now he'd stop and remember what happened when he called the year before. something should make him second-guess himself and cause him to pull his hand away from the phone and have a good think. but no. his confidence remains untouched, and so every year he calls with an assurance that i just can't fathom.
my favourite year was the one where he argued with me for 2 minutes about whether or not he'd got it wrong. "it IS your birthday today!" like i don't know when my own damn birthday is. after i finished laughing at him this morning he told me [like he does every year] that he'll call me tomorrow.
but sometimes he forgets.
this guy is a trip and a half!
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