…I picked up my cell phone, stared at it for a minute before sliding my finger across the screen to unlock it, and thought, “Do I really want to tell her? Does she really care anyway? If she did, she would be in contact herself and would already know. Was it really her business in the first place?”.
The thoughts whirled around in my mind like an out-of-control tornado taking out houses, and before I knew it, I had searched through my contact list to get to her number, and was listening to it ring. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Voicemail. Oh crap! What do I do? Do I leave a message? What do I say? Do I say hello as if I’m excited to talk to her, cause I’m not. Crap! Crap! Crap! It’s almost time for the beep and I’m TOTALLY not ready to leave a message. If I hang up, she’ll never know I called. OH MY GOD IT’S GONNA BEEP.
I couldn’t come up with enough reasoning for her to actually KNOW about what I was going to tell her, so I decided, after listening to the beep, that I would hang up. No message. She didn’t answer, so she didn’t need to know. Simple. I like simple. Sometimes things work out for the best.
So Mom, if you’re reading this, know that RJ is doing just fine. The X and I are finally on the same page about something.
And one more thing while I’m addressing you directly. Forgetting to call Sis on her birthday, is ridiculous. There’s absolutely no excuse for it.
At least you called two days later. That makes up for it. (rolling eyes.)