Oh memories

So today I head off to Ft. Walton Beach to see my dad. He is turning 60 on Saturday. That sounds really old but he is so young at heart. And also he is in better shape then a lot of 40-50 year olds I know. I'm sure I'll be returning in another 40 years for his 100th. Wait, in another 40 years I wouldn't mind being retired and living there. Anyway, I've been trying to find a good gift for him that doesn't require a lot of money. I just moved and am el broko. I settled on some OU Sooners stuff and putting some pictures of us and me in a frame. This involved a 50 minute drive to Arlington last night to my ex husbands to get some photo albums that I had left. That was fun! So ex answers door wearing some teenie bopper hollister looking outfit. You're not fooling me buddy. You are 30. Introduces me to new wifey. "nice to meet you. " "so nice to finally meet you" blah blah. "I like what you've done with the place" The meaning MY place. We talk about moving, the neighbors, our mutual friend who has just died and my broken engagement. Really they were both nice, I was nice and it was nice that we could all be adults. Walks me to my car and off I go. Weird. I had to stop for beer after that. Rest of the evening spent looking at pictures "look how cute I am. Look how fat I look, Look at my hair in this one....." and unpacking.

I'm ready to go to Ft. Walton now.......Come on 4:25.