ok so yeah....he calls, and i pick up the phone...and why? because i'm an idiot...we planned a thursday dinner..and after that..no more phone calls i hope..he'll know what's up, he'll know somethings wrong, and i'm not going to say, i'm not giving in, i'll just make something up

the tv was in the background..i could hardly hear it..then i hear this familiar sound of "the old man from the mountain"..it was a betty boo cartoon..a very old one..that i used to watch continuously as a child..and my dad would say "the old man from the mountain" all of the time..and sing "i've got the hide-d hide-d ho, i've got the hee-d hee-d he, i'v got the ho-d ho-d ho-d..." ect..and i can hear this, i turn around, and i start tearing up instantly..i remembered everything about it...exactly how it went..and i saw myself sitting in front of the tv as a 5 yr old watching it contently and listening to my dad in the background and giggling...just a weird fucked up flashback..i hate it...it just made my weekend that much worse...it wasn't a happy memory