We got in the car from one of Ringo's many music lessons and he said to me, "What are we doing tonight?"
Me: I'm going to work out. I have to run for 30 minutes.
Ringo: Other than that.
Me: Nothing. Why?
Ringo: Jeff called me. I think they want to see an 8:00 movie.
With that, I told him it was fine, and he called Jeff back.
Ringo gruffily: Hey, yeah, what's up?
Me, in the background, mimicking: Hey Jeff! It's me Ringo. How are you? It's so good to hear from you! Thank you for calling!
Ringo, shooting me a dirty look, while grinning: Yeah. I'll have to ask my Mom. I'll call you back. *click*
Ringo: They want to see "Drag Me to Hell".
Me: What? What in the heck is that about?
Bones: Mom. It's about some guy being dragged to hell.
Me: What kind of movie is that?
Bones: Mom. It's a horror movie. Please. I mean, the guy is being dragged to hell. Did you think it was a comedy?
Ringo: I don't have to go.
Ringo: I mean... I can skip it.
Me: It sounds like the family has plans tonight and you need to tell him no.
Ringo on phone: Yeah, hey, thanks for asking, but I can't. We have plans... Yeah. Ok. Bye. *click*
Ringo: Yeah, thanks.
Me: Next four years... anytime. I have big shoulders.Posted by Boudicca at June 3, 2009 04:58 PM