Bless Your Heart

I swear CSP & I are the worst at being on time anywhere. We could have a clear schedule all day with one appointment in the afternoon and still be pushing it to get there on time. Oy. We tried to get our passports this afternoon but Jon’s birth certificate was apparently not an official enough copy. Oh well, we’ll try again in a couple weeks with a new officialler copy (it should be here in a couple of days).
Well, since I’ve posted about pooping I figured the gloves are off so I’d tell y’all about what happened the other afternoon. Our neighbor & good friend C needed to borrow CSP’s truck. We were on the phone chatting and after we decided we’d meet up in about a half hour so I could give her the keys to the truck we joked about how we should start a phone sex business to make extra money. We laughed about how neither of us could utter phrases such as “oh yeah, ride me like the Kentucky Derby” without cracking up so we’d be terrible phone sex ladies. We tried out a few choice phrases though then hung up the phone. Apparently my phone sex skills did not go unnoticed by CSP and the next 20 minutes or so found us in a delicate situation. The phone rang and it was C. She’d been standing outside our front door ringing the doorbell for the last 10 minutes! I felt horrible! She understood though and we had a good laugh. Thank goodness for good neighbors!