There must be a gene for this
Aug. 8th, 2008 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicIt has become the routine that when we go to the gym, I go pick Adrian up at his house. After dropping him off today, I ran some errands, and as I was pulling into the parking lot at home, William called to say A had emailed him asking him to call me because he'd left his phone and keys in my car. Luckily he had a spare key hidden to get into his house, but he needed his phone and car keys, so he wanted me to come back and give them to him.
I unloaded groceries and then asked McKenzie to drive me to A's, because I was really worn out from the workout and didn't feel like going alone. We made our delivery, played a little Guitar Hero, and then came home. On the way home, Z's phone rang. I showed up on the caller ID. It was A, calling to say I'd left my phone and purse at his house.
Oh for fuck's sake.
I'll get it tomorrow. If you need to call me, I can be reached on my husband's phone. And if you need money from me, well, tough shit.
Peace.
I unloaded groceries and then asked McKenzie to drive me to A's, because I was really worn out from the workout and didn't feel like going alone. We made our delivery, played a little Guitar Hero, and then came home. On the way home, Z's phone rang. I showed up on the caller ID. It was A, calling to say I'd left my phone and purse at his house.
Oh for fuck's sake.
I'll get it tomorrow. If you need to call me, I can be reached on my husband's phone. And if you need money from me, well, tough shit.
Peace.
