Sunday, November 23, 2014
If I knew, I'd tell ya!
"Get this!" I say from the passenger seat as we're driving down the highway. I often read aloud something mind boggling, eye-popping, spell binding, unbelievable from my Face Book feed.
He raises his index finger to his right ear and tunes his hearing aid higher so he doesn't miss a word.
When I pause, he takes his eye off the road for a split second, glances at me and says, "Whose that from? Who sent that to us?"
Who-Who-Who? Us-Us-Us? Is he serious? I've told him a million times, "I don't know."
He thinks I'm messing with him, withholding pertinent information. I tell him "It's just a friend."
"How could it be a friend if you don't know them?"
Yesterday when he asked, instead of starting the ball rolling, I read the "friend's" name.
"Who's that?" he asks.
"I. Don't. Know," I say.
"Well, they sent it to US. How do we know them?"
I say through clenched teeth. "We DON'T know them. It's a friend of a friend."
"Then why are they sending it to US?"
"It's on the WWW," I say.
Before I can explain, he says, "When did you get into wrestling?"
I'm going to put him in a headlock!