#114: Visit Dad In Long Beach, CA.
Dad called me about 2 weeks ago on a random, sunny Tuesday afternoon and nonchalantly asked: Dad:: Lauren… are you sitting down? Me:: Uh oh, what’s happened? Who’s pregnant, tattooed or moving away? Or… did you buy another boat or set of golf clubs at a yard sale again? For about 6 seconds every time I hear my dad’s voice, I always fear really good news or really bad news. But then, the lightbulb goes off and…