Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed

After loading up the washing machine and emptying the cat box, I checked in on the two sons playing video games and headed up the stairs.  No sooner had I reached the landing then I heard what sounded like angry shouting coming from the other end of the house.  More specifically, the master bedroom wherein sat my wife.

"Stop calling me at this number," she shouted into the telephone.

"Who was that?" I asked, in mock trepidation.

"Justin!" she said.

Well turn me upside down and paint me blue, I had not seen that coming.

"Justin?" I asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Yes.  He and Ethan are fighting..."

How is that even possible?  Justin is at someone else's house over a mile away.

We were interrupted by the telephone.  It was an internal call from the basement.  This time it was Ethan's turn to register a complaint.  After a moment, Ashley hung up the phone and continued.

"...because Ethan signed in to Justin's profile on the Xbox," she explained.  "I just love how they can fight when they're not even in the same house," she added.

I laughed and shook my head.

"The 21st century sucks," I declared.

"I know," she replied.  "The least they could have done is call each other on their own phones and leave me out of it."

- 20 October 2013

Hanging Out

I did a double-take and tapped my wife on the arm.

  

I wondered what all the wrestling and grunting had been about, to say nothing of how long it took to put on.

- 6 October 2013

Disgusting Love

As we rode along in the truck after pre-school, headed for home and lunch...

"What is the smell like in here?" Logan asked.

"It smells like old truck and dirt," I said, thoughtfully.

"No, it smells like melted hot dogs, melted cheese, disgusting love and a breaked (sic) heart," he insisted.

Say what now??  Noooo!!  I just got my heart broken and now my hot dog has melted.  Will the suffering never end?  By the way, what are they teaching you at this pre-school?

- 3 October 2013