Monday, October 11, 2010

Taking no calls

No one ever calls me so when the phone rings? The heart? She stops! Gary called me not once but TWICE tonight during Hank's football game. I was sure he was dead. Or brain dead. Or paralyzed from the neck down.

No. They had no lights for the stadium. (Ref was late.) And second no. A grandparent couldn't find the right field for his grandkid's game. Had NOTHING to do with Hank.

Have I told you that football stresses me out? Are you curious as to what my heart rate might be? It be higher than yours.

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