All My Tales Are Thrilling, Damn It
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karenhealey's journal are no doubt aware by now that we talk on instant messaging programs with a frequency that approximates "all the damn time," and that one or the other of us is often amusing. Karen usually ends these moments by saying "I AM BLOGGING THIS." But! Sometimes! She says, instead, "YOU MUST BLOG THIS." Thus, this post.
The background here is that Jimmy fell down the stairs at work the other day and hurt his ankle. We thought it might be broken, but fortunately it is only a sprain. Which is not actually entirely fortunate, but we'll take what we can get, here. Anyway, Karen asked after his health, and:
Me: it's fine as long as he holds it perfectly still, so he's kind of stuck on the couch
karenhealey: Did you give him a little bell, so he can feel like an invalid Regency lady?
Me: I'm logged into gchat on my phone. Similar idea.
Me: and then I texted Sam [one of my assistant instructors] and asked him to take class tonight so I could run errands and get Jimmy dinner and stuff, and he was all "sure!" and so phew, one less responsibility
Me: but then he couldn't get the door open
Me: and then he did! yay!
karenhealey: A THRILLING TALE
Me: but then he called after class because he couldn't LOCK the door
karenhealey: SUDEN TWIST
Me: so I was all "okay, lemme put on a bra and I'll be there in 20"
Me: but! ANOTHER TWIST
Me: he called me as I was getting in the car and said it was cool, he spit on the key and then it worked fine
karenhealey: *chokes on mouthful of mango*
That's what you get for being mockingly all-capsy about my laundry lists of daily activities, Karen! MANGO ASPIRATION.
After that, we talked about murder.
(MURDER BY MANGO?!)
karenhealey's journal are no doubt aware by now that we talk on instant messaging programs with a frequency that approximates "all the damn time," and that one or the other of us is often amusing. Karen usually ends these moments by saying "I AM BLOGGING THIS." But! Sometimes! She says, instead, "YOU MUST BLOG THIS." Thus, this post.The background here is that Jimmy fell down the stairs at work the other day and hurt his ankle. We thought it might be broken, but fortunately it is only a sprain. Which is not actually entirely fortunate, but we'll take what we can get, here. Anyway, Karen asked after his health, and:
Me: it's fine as long as he holds it perfectly still, so he's kind of stuck on the couch
karenhealey: Did you give him a little bell, so he can feel like an invalid Regency lady?Me: I'm logged into gchat on my phone. Similar idea.
Me: and then I texted Sam [one of my assistant instructors] and asked him to take class tonight so I could run errands and get Jimmy dinner and stuff, and he was all "sure!" and so phew, one less responsibility
Me: but then he couldn't get the door open
Me: and then he did! yay!
karenhealey: A THRILLING TALEMe: but then he called after class because he couldn't LOCK the door
karenhealey: SUDEN TWISTMe: so I was all "okay, lemme put on a bra and I'll be there in 20"
Me: but! ANOTHER TWIST
Me: he called me as I was getting in the car and said it was cool, he spit on the key and then it worked fine
karenhealey: *chokes on mouthful of mango*That's what you get for being mockingly all-capsy about my laundry lists of daily activities, Karen! MANGO ASPIRATION.
After that, we talked about murder.
(MURDER BY MANGO?!)
