Phyllis rarely calls me, so when she does, no matter what I am doing, I am sure to answer. She is one of the rare few that has this privilege. I call everyone back, but if I am in the middle of an episode of
Pretty Little Liars, sorry. A few weekends ago, I was sunning/reading on the roof and saw that Gram was calling me. I picked up and yelled, "HI GRAM!" Instead of the squeaky scream I expected to hear, a young voice replied, "Hi. This is Katie, your grandmother wants to talk to you." Gram got on the phone and screamed, "HI ROBERT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I informed Gram that it was not Robert and that she had called Meredith. "I'VE BEEN TRYIN' TO GET A HOLD OF YA, I'M SO HAPPY I FINALLY DID." I said, "THIS ISN'T ROBERT." Gram replied, "I'LL HOLD." Now, I was my brother's secretary. I finally started to pretend that I was Robert without bothering to change my voice. She seemed pleased to be talking to him. Until she said, "THIS ISN'T ROBERT!" Perceptive. Katie finally took the phone back and explained that she thought she wanted to talk to me. I'll meet Katie this weekend while visiting Gram I hope. She's practically my best friend. We've talked on the phone twice.
In other news. I don't have too much else to post. Summer is flying by. Oh! I ran my first 5K. My goal was to not stop the entire time. I am a
sprinter and not a fan of running long distances. I just Googled my Harpoon 5-Miler results from 2009. I did better than I remembered. 1903 out of 1943. I thought it was 1106 out of 1110 (?). I beat a 66 and a 71-year-old. Suckas. Anyway. My goal was to not suck as much as the last race I participated in. And, I succeeded. I didn't stop to walk/rest, my time was 26:56 and I came in 260 out of 545 peeps. The bf came in 99th place. I think someone gave him a ride.
Lastly, eyebrow progress is slow. There are some hairs growing, but I still have to draw that shit on daily. On weekends I care more about how it looks. I take my time and make sure the eyebrows match. During the week, I likely look like Amber from
Teen Mom.
Aren't they the cutest? I read an article recently that Gary (that HOT piece of love above) spent $5,000 at a strip club. Those poor working women.
That's about it. I'll say "HELLO" to Phyllis for everyone this weekend. Hopefully she doesn't think I am Robert.
