Drop Edge of Yonder

Yesterday afternoon Jordan called me. The conversation went something like this:

Him: Hey, little lady! What are you doing?
Me: Taking a nap.
Him: Oh. Sorry.
Me: No problem. What’s wrong?
Him: Nothing’s wrong. Why do you always think something’s wrong when I call you?
Me: [dead silence]
Him: Right. Anyway, we’re back in Arkansas and we’re going to play in El Dorado tonight. Isn’t that only 30 minutes away from you?
Me: Yes.
Him: So you’re going to come see us play, right?
Me: I guess.
Him: Great! And after the show we can all hang out, right?
Me: Yeah. No problem.

Of course, as soon as I disconnected I realized that “hang out” was likely a euphemism for “crash at your place.” So, yet again, there are a bunch of college boys in my breadbox. Except they added a new member, so now there are six of them.  Six people (and I make seven) in my 450-square breadbox of a house. And they’re staying two nights.

Also, I got two kittens yesterday. Needless to say, they’re completely freaked out and have taken up residence behind the couch. I hope they don’t stay back there forever.

Tags: Jordan Wayne Long

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