Me: Did you ship something to the store this week?
My Dad: Yea.
Me: I thought so. You addressed it to yourself and you didn't put the store name on it, so nobody was sure who it was for.
My Dad: Yea, I wrote my name with your address on one label, and your name with my address on the other. I figured the address was the important part.
Me: Ok. What's in it?
My Dad: Oh, I got you a pair of jeans, a windbreaker, and a leather jacket.
Me: For my birthday?
My Dad: Oh no. It was your birthday?
Me: Yea. Tuesday.
My Dad: I didn't even get you a card.
Me: But you got me jeans and two jackets*. I can wear those. I can't wear a card.
This man has bought me clothes exactly once since I was in high school. A few years ago, he sent me four xxxl t-shirts and a pair of jeans I could have used as a hammock.
My Dad: I think I got you the right size this time. If not, you can return them.
Me: Ok. Where did you get them?
My Dad: From a catalog.
Me: Ok. What catalog?
My Dad: I forget the name of it but I put the catalog and a bunch of coupons in with the clothes, in case you wanted to order more.
Me: Ok. I'll let you know if everything fits.
My Dad: Sounds good. I'll work on getting you a birthday present sometime soon. What did your mom get you?
Me: A card.
My Dad: You can't wear a card. Does this mean I win?