This redheaded friend of mine calls me. She's stuck with her new baby and can't get out. I get these calls a lot these days.
Me: Hello?
Shana: Hey. What are you doing?
Me: Um... working last time I checked.
Shana: Oh.
Me (taking a deep breath): Guess what I got in the mail yesterday?
Shana: I give up.
Me: Your man's new CD. He sent me an early copy.
Shana (shocked): Where's mine?
Me (shrugging into the phone): Dunno. Sure he mailed them on the same day. (laughing) I'm listening to Billllly... I'm listening...
Shana (getting angry): ENOUGH already. You don't need to rub it in. Need I remind you that it's totally unfair to tease me about Billy?
Me (at wit's end): Okay then, would you prefer that I remind you that my husband is sleeping with your boyfriend then?
Shana (awfully quiet for a minute): No, no I think teasing me about the CD will be fine. Think I need to go to the mailbox. Talk to you later.
She hangs up. I burst into laughter. Billy had accidentally mailed them both to me. So, I have her copy and am now holding it hostage. <insert evil laughter here>
Gods, but she knows she loves me (don't you? And I can see you out there, reading this, steaming up the monitor with your breath)...
~Ali, aka Trouble on the Half Shell
1 comments:
Definitely trouble! *G*
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