Showing posts from April, 2007
I’M JUST THERE So I come back from running an errand on Saturday and swoop in to kiss Joe. Me: Hey Sweetie. What’cha doin? Joe: Some work (typing on his Mac he looks up at me and then back down at the screen) Me: Oh. Cool. Notice anything? (I gesture to the general vicinity of my face) Joe: Um (looking up at my face) you pierced your nose. Me: YES! I pierced my nose! I know that Joe doesn’t normally listen to what I say, which explains the recurring “Who’s on 3rd” routine we do that goes like this: My cell phone rings. Joe: Where are you? Me: I’m at Tony’s Joe: I’ve been calling you at home and at the office and was frustrated that I couldn’t reach you. Me: I told you that I had to go to Tony’s from 2 to 6 tonight. Joe: You did? When? Me: Last night over dinner and then again this morning while we poured our coffee. Joe: Oh. Or any variation you can imagine. Joe: Why is your suitcase out? Are you putting it in storage? Me: No, I’m packing tonight for the trip to Philly