I was thinking a lot about TRQ this morning because of this column and also--you know--because she's TRQ.
I was remembering this one time when I forgot her birthday. She called me about 10:00 that night and we chit-chatted for awhile about this and that and this some more until finally she said, "Well, I just called to wish myself a happy birthday."
Zing!
There was no recovery from that. Like I said, it was late. I couldn't order flowers. I couldn't rush down to Provo. I couldn't do anything to cover my own sorry rear. So the next day I called about 30 people, including a guy who worked at a grocery store, and told them to call TRQ to wish her a happy birthday and also to tell her that her daughter is a perfect little shit.
And they did.
And she was happy.
And I was forgiven.
I love her.
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"perfect little shit" is toooooooooo funny. I love this story.
One of the best attributes of the TRQ is her ability to forgive and laugh about it.
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