As I sit here surfing the internet and trying to think about what I will blog about next (and just about to go into the archives a/k/a post it notes and my notebook), my phone rings.
It is B.
He is downstairs.
In our house.
Me: Who is THIS?
B: Hey.
Me: Yes?
B: What's up?
Me: Where are you?
B: Downstairs.
Me: That is completely ridiculous.
B: I thought you might say that.
Now I hear him talking to someone else.
I wonder if he called the cat.
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LOL. What did he want? Why couldn't he just yell thru the house like normal people do?
Oh what time I planned on coming home from the office or something. I have to say, though, it is really hard to hear someone when the yell through this house. I have tried.
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