my kin folk.

i called my mom because its my parents 31st anniversary today. she told me the most adorable, charming story about my grandpa.

my grandpa, she says, has never been much of a dog person.

but this did not stop him from rescuing a dog who was being picked on by a pack of other dogs. the dog was so grateful, that it followed my grandpa home on his golf cart. and he decided to keep it.

this dog is some sort of lab, with a reddish coloring.

so my grandpa calls him "red."

now they travel the neighborhood together in grandpa's golf cart, when he's making the rounds.

i love my family.

he's only 56.

my dad's pocket calls me a lot. (A is for Allison!). he has an iphone. don't ask me how that happens. this time he decided we should have an actual conversation.

dad: what are you up to? doing anything fun lately?
me: i'm going camping this weekend.
dad: didn't you already do that?
me: yeah. in july. we're going again.
dad: isn't that where you hurt your ankle?
me: my knee. yeah.
dad: well. i'm sure you'll be more careful.
me: you betcha.
dad: where are you going?
me: this place, about an hour south of here.
dad: what's it called?
me: old stone fort.
dad: huh?
me: old stone fort.
dad: old down fort?
me: old STONE fort.
dad: i don't understand. spell it.
me: s. t. o. n. e.
dad: old spoon fort?
me: STONE. S. T. O. N. E.
dad: old stone fort?
me: thats it!!
dad: that's a weird name.
me: you're right. it is.
dad: it's going to be cold.

the miscommunication was probably made worse by my uncontrolled laughter.