This afternoon I was interrupted Facebook stalking doing my research for my next lab meeting by a phone call from Roo. He occasionally calls when he’s stuck in traffic.
“Babe, sometimes I think I’m psychic.”
“Mmm hmm….Wait, what?”
“Are you doing something right now?”
I click my browser window closed, “Uh no, I was just petting Monkey. What’s up?”
“As I was walking up the stairs at school today, I thought, you know what would be funny? If I missed a step.“
“Uh huh, so you missed a step. Ok, well…”
“No, that’s not the whole story.”
“You missed a step and the children saw you? Did you fall in front of a parent? Oh no…did you take down a parent?”
“What? No. No, what happened was, I was carrying my cup of tea as I was walking up the stairs, and it spilled. Up into my face.”
“Are you serious?”
“And when I went back into the classroom, the kids were wrapped up in a conversation about what ‘their problem was.’ To which I said, ‘You know what my problem is?’”
“Oh no, please don’t tell me you did a two-face reveal of your horribly burned face,” I said, picturing him asking the class with his ‘good side.’
“Oh yes. And when they asked, I replied, ‘I just boiledmyface.’”
“You did the dramatic point and reveal, didn’t you.”
“I boiled my face. Of course it was dramatic. But that’s not why I’m calling.”
“Are you ok?”
“It feels like burning.”
“Seriously, are you on your way to the hospital? Do you need burn cream?”
“No, it’ll be fine. But…do we have any of that cake left?”
