Today’s plan was this:
5 p.m. – go out to dinner with Frank, Theresa, Janet, Jim & Mike
8 p.m. – go see Fiddler on the Roof with the above mentioned people
8:15 p.m. – distract Dolores while she’s up on stage singing and dancing
That was before The Phone Call. I was on the phone with Deb discussing next weekend’s plans when the annoying ‘someone else is calling you’ beep came. I didn’t look to see who it was. “Oh, that’s probably my sister calling about today’s plans. I’ll call her back.”
After I hung up with Debbie, I looked at the Caller ID & didn’t recognize the number but, based on the area code, thought it might be my brother. Close. It was my brother in-law.
Jim: “Guess where your sister is.”
Me: “Oh, I know this one! The hospital.”
Jim: “She has kidney stones.”
Me: “So what else is new? She usually shoots those suckers out with no problem. Tell her to take some drugs and get her butt out of there.”
Jim: “No can do. This time she has one the size of a grapefruit. They are handcuffing her to the hospital bed and forcing her to stay overnight.”
Me: “Fine. I’ll just have to scalp your tickets for $200 apiece.”
Okay, maybe the conversation wasn’t quite like that but we’re talking about someone who decided to pull the same stunt on the night of her rehearsal dinner. My sister really needs to get her timing down a bit better.
