Sun Spots
Yeah, that must be it.
Sun spots are interfering with her phone. That’s why she didn’t answer when we prearranged the call and time and everything. Or, maybe, she’s on the way to the emergency room with her friend again. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Say, ladies, that’s not code for fantasizing about the doctors on Grey’s Anatomy or something, is it? Well, whatever. Maybe I’ll meet someone tomorrow night at my buddy’s birthday party. Or not. You know, there are just too many potential posts in all this that I just don’t even know which way to turn with it. Maybe Saturday or Sunday, I’ll write something more. Maybe I’ll have a better story than the emergency room by then.
Oy! I’m about ready to give up!
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."
--Mark Twain