the apple don’t fall far from the tree
My son Jay is brilliant.
He reads calculus books for fun, is teaching his children French, and earns 2.5 times more money than his dear old mama.
Jay is devoted to his family, and works very hard as a computer programmer.
With four children under the age of 12, a wife named Kim, and a Jack Russel terrier named Sophie, Jay works at home and leads a busy life.
But sometimes he forgets things.
I’m not a genius, like my boy, something I’m very proud of.
But sometimes I forget things.
I’ve been thinking, in the past week or so, that there’s a birthday coming up in our family.
Nobody’s said anything about a party.
A few days ago, I sent an email to a family friend (she’s mostly a friend of Jay and Kim’s), asking her to be a personal reference on my housing applications.
When she emailed me back promising to be a reference, she asked me, “will I see you at Kim and Jay’s bbq Sunday?
“What bbq?” I asked myself?
I shrugged, figuring it was a get together with friends, as Kim and Jay have friends in from Oklahoma City this week.
I answered back that no, I won’t be there.
I wasn’t hurt, well maybe a little, but they have their own lives.
About one hour ago, Jay called me on my cell phone and instead of saying ‘hello,’ announced “I’m a total idiot.”
“Not you aren’t,” I answered back.
“Yes, I am. Tonight, we are having a bbq for Kim’s birthday. We”ll be over to get you about 5:30.”
I forgot Kim’s birthday.
And my son forgot to invite me to the party.
The apple don’t fall far from the tree.
See you later, folks.
I’m off to a birthday party real soon.