We’re going to an out of town family wedding together this weekend and there’s been essentially zero coordination.

We’re going to an out of town family wedding together this weekend and there’s been essentially zero coordination.

The text below refers to the following voicemail (to listen, hit play on the black audio bar) I left for my brother Jeremy on his birthday. I think it is a pitch-perfect, stunning example of why I don’t– and never should– make voice calls.

(related to The Computer Prompt, With Tea )
Me: “Since you’re standing next to it, can you please add ‘razor’ to my list of things to pack for this weekend?”
Eric: “Sure.”

I don’t understand.
Set my alarm for 7:30am this morning so I’d be up and awake for a bed delivery that Eric scheduled between 8am-12pm.


Me: “What’s going on? You look very pensive.”
Eric: “Penis?”
Me: “Pensive.”
Eric: “Penis.”
Me: “You don’t know what pensive means, do you?”
(long pause)
Eric: “Penis.”

I’ll admit, I’m terrible about talking on the phone. I just don’t like to do it. My friends, and my mother in particular, are always giving me a hard time about it, which is fair. I should call them more. I’m sorry!
But still, it’s always so insulting when I do speak to my mom on the phone and she makes a point to ask me if there are any major developments in my and Eric’s relationship that she should know about– clearly implying that if some kind of major event WERE to occur, she wouldn’t even know about it. Which is just insane.
She’d obviously see it on Facebook.
