*ring**ring*
*click*
"Hello?"
"Happy birthday, old brother! I mean, older brother. Did I say old?"
"Ha ha. Thank you. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I was looking at antiques. It made me think of you."
"Ha ha. Isn't your husband 30, too?"
"Yeah, and I tell him he's old all the time."
"He must love that.
"Well, we close tomorrow, so it's a little crazy. I mean, more crazy than normal."
"Right. Well, closing is like that. It'll be fine."
"Yeah, I'm sure. I just want to have it over with. Then Adam can start on projects."
"Oh, it's all Adam, huh?"
"Yeah, he wants to become Psycho-Fix-It Guy. No, really. He really said that. So, we'll have a spare room, so the next time you come out, you can stay with us."
"Oh, we're coming for Christmas."
"To our house?"
"Yeah. Mom invited us."
"Really? Mom invited you to our house. And are we expecting anyone else?"
"Well, Mom and Dad, too."
"Really? Coming to our house for Christmas."
"Umm. Yeah. We're flying out the 23rd."
"Okay. Well. Let me just put you on my calendar then. Well, have a fantastic birthday. I have to go call Mom now."
3 comments:
Yeah, well, I have to confess that I don't remember exactly how you phrased it. I was too busy thinking, "Oh, crap. I don't have any furniture!" :)
Gotta love parents who assume that *your* place in their place. I guess the only solution is to fill up that spare room (wink wink)
...running away now as to not get hit...
Oh, yeah, like having a child would keep the parents away. HA!
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