Playing Favorites, Revisited

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you  might remember “Playing Favorites“. The story about how I proved that my brother was the favorite child and I was the least favorite.  The evidence was in my placement at number 7 on my parents’ speed dial.

For Thanksgiving, mom sent me a card.  Her message had the usual, “I love you, wish you were here” sentiments.  They were all, however, proceeded by the most important tidbit of information.  It read:

I also thought you’d like to know that your mobile is now number 2 in our speed dial.  Before your brother and your sister.

What had I done?  Was it because I sent her flowers for her birthday?  Was it because I talk to them weekly, without pestering them daily?  Did dad like the Vacu Vin more than I realized?  I do know he appreciated the Harry & David pears.

When I called to inquire what great fortune had catapulted me from 7 to 2, mom said, “Well, we had to program your cell in and that’s where the empty space was.  It’s where grandma used to be, I think.  My sister is at number 1.”

So apparently, my good deeds and expenditures were getting me nowhere.  We just have to lose a few family members and I’ll start climbing right up the speed dial priority list.

I have big plans for my aunt.