TO ANSWER OR NOT TO ANSWER...THAT IS THE QUESTION
The phone is ringing as I am heading out the door to work. I see the name on the caller I.D. and sigh.
It is my EX sister-in-law. My ex husband's bossy, dominating, "no one is good enough for my little brother” ex sister in law, Muffy.
I could have sworn that my ex husband got custody of Muffy's annoying phone calls in the divorce! What kind of a name is Muffy anyway-it sounds like one of those little dogs that shakes and pisses everywhere...anyway I'm getting off track...where was I?
Oh right! Muffy is now shouting into my answering machine. “Jessica, I know you’re home. Can you pick up the phone please?”
How in the world does Muffy know I am home?
Maybe I am out grocery shopping or running errands.
Maybe I'm caught in a fender bender while on my way home from Sven's yoga class this morning.
Maybe I am at this very moment having an illicit affair with our UPS man and I am terribly busy being deflowered in the back of a large brown truck.
"Jessica? Can you please pick up the phone?"
I pick up the phone...she did say please.