My dad’s been having a time all day. He nearly always does laundry on Sundays, but he’s been doing sheets today (guess he and Mom really need some clean ones), so he keeps thinking its Sunday instead of Saturday.

But in the midst of this, while he was bringing the clean sheets up to put in the hall closet, he noticed the time and wondered if I wanted to watch ALIAS on the big telly in the family room. Only to remember that no, its Saturday, ALIAS is on 9pm tomorrow.

Is it strange that I find him remebering the name and time of a show I like incredibly sweet?