Prissy called. "What are you doing? Could you come over?"
I glance at the clock to see that it is 8PM. Prissy is usually in her jammies. "What's wrong, this time?"
This is the third phone call from Prissy today. She called early this morning while I was in the shower. When I called her back, she wanted to know what the Leaf Lady was having done at her house this morning. Now, the Leaf Lady hasn't spoken to me in 15 years. My first thought was I don't give a...but I bit my tongue. "She's having her windows replaced."
"How do you know that?"
"She had me over for coffee and told me!"
The second time she called to ask if the mail came. I've been trying to letter samples for a client for Monday and I've been in the basement all morning. My X-ray vision must've been on the fritz because I couldn't see through the wall.
"What's the problem?"
"Could you come over?"
"What's the problem."
"It's the TV. I was watching a video (she meant DVD) and now there's girls exercising. Could you come over? I can't get the video out.
As I head up the stairs, Number One Daughter cheerfully calls after me, "See ya Tuesday!"
Himself was in the kitchen as I raced by. "I've got a Weeblegency."
"See ya Tuesday."
I grabbed my jacket and raced across the street. I leaned on the bell several times because the ringing doorbell always makes Prissy jump to the ceiling. LOL Can't help it, it's funny.
She's wearing her pajamas, frowning in front of the television, and the svelte figures are aerobic dancing. Yup, girls excercising.
Prissy's bird hands begin flapping.
"You've got the TV on and not the DVD player." I go to the DVD player and turn it on. The screen flickers and soon the alarming FBI warning flickers into clarity.
"How did you do that?"
"Magic. I turned the DVD player On."
"Well, I don't want to watch it now."
I bite my tongue. Remove the DVD from the player, turn the player off, and the girls go back to their exercise routine. "Make me a cup of tea." I suspect Prissy just wanted a little company.