I'm In Trouble

Tonight, on the way home, my cell phone rang. In a very punchy mood due to two near misses in traffic (or traffuck as I call it), I answered rather abruptly. It was my "not the girlfriend" calling from California where she is vacationing with her mother. They went to Clear Lake today to visit with one of her mom's friends. My "not the girlfriend" said, "We took her some flowers and I arranged them." (She's a very talented flower arranger... by the way) To which I respond, "Oh Good".

She then explains that the friend, Edith, lives in Assisted Living in a very nice little place. She then states that the friend is NINETY FIVE years old and still very much living on her own, functioning, etc. I do not know why the thought hit me, but it did. I start laughing hysterically and my "not the girlfriend" says "What's so funny?"

My response, "She's ninety five, huh? Do you think she'll outlive the flowers?" (I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. Irreverence always is, I think.) Stunned silence.....on the other end of the phone. I really got into trouble though when I pointed out that if she does NOT outlive the flowers, they can quite handily be taken to the funeral home.. No money wasted!

I could not quit laughing so she hung up on me explaining that "she would call me back later". I really hope she does.

Signing Off,

The Irreverent Angry Lesbian
11/03/05