Growing Up

I suppose it's s good thing - every time Megan gets a boyfriend the number of phone calls she makes to me drops. Sort of like when things are good, I'm not needed. But when things are bad she calls. It is all part of growing up.

Jeff was a little disappointed that he didn't get a Father's Day card from Megan. My dad was happy with my call and my card. Hopefully, Megan at least gave her father a card or a call. I hope she did something with her uncle - he's been more like a father to her than her own father has.

Look like Megan got tired of being given grief every time she posted how she felt about something in her blog. That or she got bored with it.

Oh, but anyhow, before I depress myself even more - I won't talk about the foreclosed house we went and helped the neighbors evaluate.