This morning, Jacob's phone rang while he was in the shower. I answered it, and heard Erica on the other end of the line.
"Did you hear gunshots?" she asked me. I thought about this for a second. We're on the Oakland-Berkeley border. It's not the worst neighborhood, but gunshots wouldn't be out of place. Still, I hadn't heard anything, and told her so.
"Well, whatever it was, it wound up being right down here," she continued. Now I was surprised; as far as I knew there wasn't any commotion on our street. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah," she said, "at Olivina and Hagemann."
So, not Erica, then. And me? Not her daughter, but it took both of us at least fifteen seconds of conversation to realize these things. It was kind of fun. I think I'll answer Jacob's phone more often.
Posted by dianna at August 31, 2005 09:58 AMA girlfriend with a daughter, no less! And one of them is Erica!
Posted by: Dianna at August 31, 2005 01:03 PMAt least it explains why Erica's new roommates say she's never at home.
It doesn't quite explain why Jacob is always at home, though.
Posted by: Dianna at August 31, 2005 02:05 PMisn't it obvious? he's at your home *with* erica.
(what dianna doesn't know is that we've replaced her ordinary sofa with erica.)
Posted by: didofoot at August 31, 2005 02:11 PMNo! It can't be!
I love that sofa too much! Jacob, you bastard, you can't take my sofa away from me! I don't care if it's your lover, I need it to watch movies on!
Posted by: Dianna at August 31, 2005 02:29 PM(what dianna doesn't know is that we've replaced her ordinary jacob with sofa.)
Posted by: didofoot at August 31, 2005 02:50 PMAh, but he is no ordinary Jacob.
Also, I am not left-handed!
Posted by: Dianna at August 31, 2005 04:35 PM'why do you wear that tattoo? were you burned by acid or something like that?'
Posted by: didofoot at September 1, 2005 08:59 AMNo, it's just they're terribly comfortable. I imagine everyone will be wearing them in the future.
Posted by: Dianna at September 1, 2005 10:02 AM