Saturday, October 31, 2009

No One I Know Would Call At This Hour.

My dad called me at 7 o'clock this morning. It's Saturday. When I answered the phone with my groggy hello, he responded with the most affected Halloween accent ever, saying, "Good morning gouls and goblins! Wondering if you have a special brew... brewing... this fine Halloween morn!" 

I've spent my lifetime trying to figure out an appropriate response to things like this. 

I haven't come up with anything yet. 


Anonymous said...

I hate it when my dad tries to get drugs from me as well.

Seriously, get your own.

Jess said...

You should really start signing a name to these comments. Funny blog commentary is a terrible thing to waste.