The Hub: (on a Thursday) Okay, I’m off. I’ll see you Monday or Tuesday, maybe.
Me: ? Where are you going?
The Hub: To that party E* was telling you about. (months ago; brief mention, greatly lacking in detail)
Me: What party?
The Hub: The weekend music party, remember? I said I was going and how much I was looking forward to it.
Me: No you didn’t. You’ve been having conversations in your head again, haven’t you. We’ve talked about this.
The Hub: I’m sure I told you . . .
Me: *sigh* Go in peace, have fun, don’t touch the girls who look nasty and buy your drugs only from reputable drug dealers.
The Hub: Love you!
Me: As you should.
*People’s identities shall be kept anonymous for
my their safety because I don’t want their getting into trouble for misuse of a household appliance just because they came after me with a chainsaw. I’m thoughtful that way. Seriously, almost everyone in these parts has a chainsaw. It’s like “Honey? Have you seen my chainsaw?” “Yes, sweetums. It’s under the kitchen sink where you left it.” “Found it!”