Allegedly, a few minutes ago, I got a call from a close familial relation whose domestic partner may or may not be a hotelier extraordinaire. She may or may not have told me, under the strictest of confidence, that she, indeed, is not pregnant, but that the S3cret S3rvice has just booked, or not, rooms at their hotel for one of the candidates. Allegedly.
After I squealed with excitement, I whispered, "Where are you calling from?"
She might have said, "The hotel and why are you whispering?"
I could have replied, "No, no, no! You'll ruin it."
She defensively replied, "What are talking about?"
I said, "You have to know that they are already bugging the place to make sure it is secure and now they won't stay there because you have spilled the beans (allegedly) that they are coming."
She said, "I'm not using the business phone, I'm calling you from my cell phone."
I might have said, "They have listening devices for those, too."
Back pedaling, she said, "Well, forget what I said. I didn't say anything."
Even if I was telling you about this, which I am not, I could have said, "Don't worry, I didn't hear anything."
"Kath and Kim" is my new favorite TV show. Any show with bananaclips, Erasure, and mallrats is tops on my DVR.
My kids have the day off of school today. I told them that if they are just laying around watching TV and playing video games, I am going to give them chores to do, but if they go outside and play, I will not call them in to help around the house. They chose to play outside. See? They ARE normal.