He called. Can you bloody believe it? My Dad actually pulled through and called me. His first question was, "Well are you still going to the fair tonight?" I said yes. There's no chance in Hell I'm cancelling going to the fair with Zack. We've been planning on going for a week, I'm sorry that Dad recently found out that he didn't have work, that's just the way it worked out. I told him that I have to be home at six, whether he likes it or not. He doesn't know what we're going to do, surprise, surprise, but he said he had to get gas then he'd come on over.
I have no idea what time it was when he called, though, that's my organization for the month shining right on through.
I discovered that I look just like my Mom did when she was a baby/child/teenager. Hmm...
