Last night, I glanced at my phone and noticed a missed call from my Bestie. We've been trying to chat for a few days, but keep missing each other.
(It should be noted here that both Bestie and her mother, Itinerant Woman, are notorious Anglophiles -- especially on such an occasion that the Anglo is a goodlooking man. Bestie also so happens to have a mini wiener dog named Ralph.)
I had a dinner guest over, so I couldn't call back. I sent her a text (which was all true, by the way):
"Hi boo. I'd call you back but Roomie and I have an Englishman over for dinner. His name is Ralph. I'm sure you understand."
"Of course. Carry on."
A friend of mine recently called me "demanding."
"You know I mean that with love, right?," she asked.
"I also demand love, so yes," I replied.
But when I got home, I told Roommie about it.
"Did I tell you Jules called me demanding? Do you think I'm demanding?"
He looked at me with some surprise.
"Of course. You didn't know that about yourself?"