Miasmatic Review

Phones and friends.

No wonder I turned out the way I did. Earlier today my blog mother Bou said she had a story she just HAD to tell me, but wouldn’t do it over e-mail. She HAD to call and tell me. Apparently it had to have the right voice inflections. After much prodding and goading she was able to get a phone number out of me where I could be reached.

After I gave it to her, she decided she was going to change her mind and not give me a call. All right, I know when I’ve been duped. Resigned to the fact that I was not going to get a call, I let my guard down. Just as that happens, the phone rings. Being as it was late, I figured my wife called from Chicago to tell me about her day. Answering the phone, I hear this feminine southern voice going about a mile a minute start talking. I had no idea who the hell it was at first. Between rapid fired sentences I caught on it was Bou. She apparently didn’t appreciate my calling her out on her tricking me.

She dominated the conversation, not letting me get a word in edgeways. Although I did get her to admit that I do NOT have an accent. That’s right folks; she admitted that I do not have an accent. During the entire conversation I believe I got off maybe one or two sentences. One time when I tried to say something, she chastised me for interrupting her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that my wife did finally call, I would never have been able to get off the phone with out hanging up on her. We all know how much I like phones.

Actually it was nice putting a voice to the name. Now when I read her posts I wont be hearing them in an Ellie-Mae Clampett voice. Maybe next time she will let me get a word or two. In all honesty I think we spoke for about 20 minutes. Which is a 6-month record for me; when it wasn’t my wife I was talking to or being put on hold. It was a pleasant experience. I think I even talked her into driving up here to meet the family sometime.