So – the phone rings…

…and I hear “So. What do you know about tape recorders…”

Um, I say. You push play, and it works!

“Well I’ll be damned it DID work! That didn’t work BEFORE! It’s your VOICE!”

That’s about when he started to fear he was going to fall off the deck, and his friend said she loved me because I live in Alaska, and I said I loved them too – cuz well, I love everyone. HAHAHAH!
Needless to say, TBF is very, very Drunk. They’ve killed a bottle of wine that I MUST HAVE! Apparently, it is called “Mad Housewife” and the back of it is HYSTERICAL! I must have this wine. He’s promised to buy me a bottle when I go down next. *just shakes head*

Now, this is REALLY twice as funny when you realize that I got a call a couple days ago – from a sober, but very chagrinned TBF. “…so. I told her that I’d go see WHATEVER MOVIE she wanted to see. I wanted Snakes on a motherfuckin plane. What did I get stuck in? STEP IT UP!”

Cue Lessa spitting her diet crack all over the desk. For TBF doesn’t DO music/dance/girly flicks at ALL. He swears he’ll deny it and never put it in writing – but you know, I’ll never EVER let him live it down. “No one I knew saw me! you can prove NOTHING!” If I’m lucky, J saved the ticket stub. hahahahahaha!

First Step it up, and second, falling off the deck. It’s been a good week for TBF. *L*