This morning, at the ungodly hour of 9:40 am (it is ungodly on a Sunday, since we all know what happens on Saturdays), my cell phone rang. Obviously when I picked it up, it had "Family" flashing, because who else would call at such an inhumane time. I pushed "ignore" and tried to go back to sleep. 30 unsuccessful minutes later, I grabbed the phone and called my family back (can we be clear that they live in a timezone three hours ahead of me, so these transgressions are frequent). My little sister answered.
"Which one of you jerks called me," I mumbled.
"...it was me," she squeaked.
"What is it," I barked.
"...Just wanted to know what kind of shoes went with a leather jacket."
(sigh)
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