I just had a conversation with my father about five minutes ago that I am still laughing about. I was just sitting at work, blogging on my blog about blogs, when I see Dad Cell on my phone. I picked it up and carried it to the lobby where I get better reception.

Me: Hello?

Dad: Okay. I am going down here to this little ol’ couple’s house to pick up some fresh hen eggs. They live in just a little ol’ shack, but they have hens and chickens, and they gather fresh brown eggs every day. So, that is where I am headed.

Me: Okay. Wow, that sounds good. (In my head: Why the hell is he calling me at work to talk about eggs?)

Dad: They are good. There is another place that has fresh hen eggs for $3.75 a dozen.

Me: Huh. (In my head: Is he drunk?)

Dad: Oh yeah, and they are good, too. They taste so much better fresh.

Me: Yeah, that sounds really good. (In my head: I know he is diabetic. Is his blood sugar so low that he is delirious? Should I be alarmed?)

Dad: You had some, remember?

Me: No.

Dad: Yes, you do. You came down here and I gave you some. You were going to use the ones you brought…

Me: Dad, who do you think you are talking to?

Dad: Uh oh, who is this?

Me: This is Brittney.

Dad: Oh my Lord, I thought this was your sister. I got disconnected from her, and tried to call her right back. I got a new phone where you just speak the name and a new Bluetooth, and I can’t hear shit. I can’t believe you just let me ramble on like that.

Me: I thought you might be drunk.