Wednesday, October 15, 2008

So, Anyway...

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


Robin Snodgrass said...

Definitely trouble! *G*