Other times it is important to have a little help in the communication department.
Sometimes at night, when it's late and both of us are sleepy, it's simply best not to communicate.
I mean that. I'm fairly confident The Len would agree.
It's sage advice. Feel free to jot that one down for later use.
Last night, for example, we were chatting about Len's school and potential work co-op opportunities. Since starting school in January, Len's made a few good friends at school.
Until last night, I thought their names were Bud, Gus, Steve and Paul.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Does Gus have a work term?
The Len: No, Jack is in a different program; he's in school next semester.
Me: Jack?
The Len: Yes.
Me: And Gus?
The Len: There is no Gus.
At this point I'm a bit surprised that his voice sounds like he's rolling his eyes, which is surprising, since The Len is super sweet. He never rolls his eyes at me.
Me: No Gus? What on earth?
The Len: Gus is Jack. There is no Gus.
Me: There's no Gus? You told me his name was Gus!
The Len: I did not.
Me: You must have! Why else would I think his name was Gus?
The Len: I have no idea. You came up with it.
Me: I did not.
The Len: You did.
Me: Reeeallly?
The Len: Yes. Stop kicking me in the shin.
Me: Sorry. Are you sure? Are you sure his name's not Gus?
Now that I'm typing this out and not caught up in the heat of the moment I realize how ridiculous it is that Len wouldn't know for sure what his friend's name is. I may or may not feel moderately sheepish.
The Len: Yes I'm sure!
Me: Oh.
Pause.
Me: So his name is definitely not Gus.
The Len: Correct.
Me: So I have to call him Jack from now on?
The Len: Well, that is his name.
Me: Are you sure you told me his name wasn't Gus?
The Len: Yes! Like 100 times!
Me: 100??
The Len: 50. 25. Lots!
Pause.
Me: Do you think you could ask him if he'd mind changing his name to Gus?
Pause.
Me: OW! You didn't need to kick me!
The Len: Yes I did. Go to sleep.
Me: Oh.
Pause.
Me: I think you bruised me.
The Len: No, I didn't. Go to sleep.
Pause.
Me: Good night, Gus.
The Len: Good night, Mary.
The end.
You two are awesome and hilarious. :D
ReplyDeleteIt has to do with Cinderella!
ReplyDeleteHAHA, that could be me and the hubs. Except we would have definitely had eye-rolling... :D
ReplyDeleteLaughing so hard I'm CRYING!!!!! Can you imagine it? Me?? Crying while reading your blog???
ReplyDeleteYou light up my life, T. I can imagine The Len feels that even more strongly than me. :D
♥
Way too funny!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHAHA I had to comment on this one... this happened between me and my hubby too. It was with one of his old college friends. And it was NOT my fault, as he really did refer to his friend by a nickname. Problems arose, however, when we went down south to visit him and his wife, and I always referred to him by the nickname. People were polite, but confused. It seriously took me a whole day to figure out who the heck "Andy" was.
ReplyDelete-Maria
B-i-l Dan is like this; all his high school friends have weird nicknames.
ReplyDelete"Red Fred" (must be said with air quotes) 's name is not Fred, it's Drew. But it turns out Drew is not his first name either, it's John. John is his Dad's first name as well, so he goes by his middle name Andrew (Drew).
:)
So funny!! To be a fly on the wall in your house...
ReplyDeleteNick and I made a rule that we are not allowed to start serious conversations after 11 pm. We learned the hard way!
I can't imagine Len rolling his eyes at you, either!
I wish we could hang out. We do this sort of thing all of the time. I'm always like, are you SURE you said you weren't going to the moon tomorrow?! (exaggerated for effect).
ReplyDelete"Your name is not Bruce?"
ReplyDelete"Mind if we call you Bruce?"
"It will cut down on the confusion."
- From Monty Pythn's Flying Circus.
Too funny! Yes, I will agree - late night communication can end bad ... or incredibly funny in your case!
ReplyDeleterofl.
ReplyDelete