as subtle, fleeting and almost insignificant as the musical ornament itself - so are these words but when did that ever stop me?
{ 2007 12 14 }
I’m a terrible daughter.
I forgot my father’s birthday.
I’ve never forgotten, ever. This has been the first time. I sure hope it’s the last. I love my father to bits. That is, I actually get along with him.
Sigh. I r made of suck or fail.
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Violent_Kitten | 16-Dec-07 at 9:52 pm | Permalink
I would have felt bad too, I’m sure your dad understood though. It’s my dad’s b’day on Tuesday! December babies! I feel bad ’cause we had dinner for him on Saturday night and I hadn’t gotten him a present yet.
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 18-Dec-07 at 4:18 pm | Permalink
I’m sure he didn’t mind but I still feel awful! My grandmother’s birthday is also on the same day as my father’s.