Evidently the universe decided my life wasn’t already complicated enough. My father called me this morning to let me know he’s coming to town on Thursday for the weekend.
Perhaps I can have brunch on Sunday with him, E.S., T.H., and E.Y.
I can just imagine it:
“Each of you has to guess which of the others I’m sleeping with. Whoever comes closest wins a prize! Dad, you’re the judge.”
I am definitely going to have a heart attack.