This weekend I happened to be wearing a shirt designed by sea monkey and all around awesome guy Ray (this one). I took a photo to tweet at him, and realized I'd made almost the exact same pose wearing the same shirt about ten months ago.
I didn’t answer my dad’s call when I saw his name on the ID. I don’t answer his calls most of the time; I let them go to voice mail and call back. We don’t have a great relationship. I listen to his voicemail during lunch and get the vague sense something has happened with Grandpa. My brother texts me immediately after I hang up on voicemail.
“Did Dad call you?”
“Yeah, I let it go to voicemail, I was about to call him back”
“You need to call him right now”
“He has congestive heart failure, he had a massive heart attack over the weekend”