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I FUCKING FORGOT TO CALL MY DAD FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.  HIS LAST BIRTHDAY IN HIS FIFTIES.  OH DAMN IT. 

I didn't actually forget.  I thought about it this morning, and then this afternoon.  I planned to call him this evening, but then....oops, I looked up...and it's TEN O'CLOCK.  Which is a wee 1am, May 19th in Missouri.  And no longer David's birthday. 

Well.  I at least sent him a card.  And I'm sure the other daughter remembered to call, as well as the step-siblings.  But not me, his first born.

Mmkay.  I'm going to go throw up and go to bed.

Remember to call your parents on their birthdays.  Unless it's a thing that y'all don't talk.  Then don't.  But do otherwise.  AND MAYBE HAVE A SPOUSE THAT REMINDS YOU LIKE YOU REMIND THEM.  UGGH.  Awful, awful, awful.