I forgot it. My mother reminded me a few days ago, don't forget your dad's birthday! It's on Thursday. And I did. I forgot. I'm bad with that stuff. Really really bad. Unbelievably bad. The curious thing here is that, who cares? He doesn't care. He's 57...er 8 ish and when was the last time he did anything for his birthday? Or wanted anything. It doesn't logical that I should call. I guess it's a social obligation that I need to conform to. And it's not one I like.