My husband does not answer the phone. Ever. Except if he sees it's me, and then only out of fear of my yelling. So, it comes as no surprise that when I got home from the tennis club tonight, there was a message that had just been left on our voice mail. I listen to the message and it's a friend of Morgan's who has invited her for a pool party on Sunday. Not knowing whether or not we could go and wanting to discuss it with my husband without sensitive ears hearing before we decided, I began the conversation.
Me: "I see we got a call that you didn't answer while I was gone."
Lance: "Oh...yeah. I forgot about that."
Me: "Did you listen to the message?"
Lance: "What message? I didn't know who it was. It's not someone I know. They left a message?"
Me: (laughing) "Yeah, there was a message. It's someone you know."
Lance: "Who was it?"
Me: "T-A-T-E-apostrophe-S M-O-M"
Lance: *blank stare*
Me: *blank stare back*
Lance: "I wasn't ready for spelling. My mind was not formatted for that. Invalid input!"
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