Thursday, August 30, 2012

Wake Up, Little Whitney, Wake Up!

My phone dings.  Incoming.Text.

From my young friend Whitney, who house and dog sits for us from time to time.

Timing?  9:59 p.m.

Whitney: Is there a silver external hard drive in my room there?

Janie: Hang tight I’ll drop everything and go look, doofus.

Whitney:  Lol. On the night stand thing or in that couch thing. (which is a chair and an ottoman.  She must be exhausted and everything is blurring in her mind.)

Janie:  Not that I can see.

Whitney:  Well, shoot. I can’t find it anywhere.

Whitney:  Found it!

Janie:  Amazing. Can I go back to sleep now?

Whitney:  I didn’t know you were sleeping! LOL thank you Mrs. Ma’am.

Janie:  I wasn’t!  I just wanted to mess with ya.

Whitney: Haha. Thanks, Janie.  I love you, too.

4:29 a.m.  (I know how to play this game.) (and I'm up to go to the gym, anyway.)

Janie texts back:  Love you, doll.

It's never boring around here.


  1. How about, "I don't know, but I will look for it tomorrow when I am AWAKE. Now don't call me, I'll call you. Goodnight!"

    1. I'm in the service business. Though I probably should adopt that attitude!

  2. I wonder what was on that drive - old TV shows?

    1. Probably…Whitney is so retro! Love that girl!

  3. You don't need to remind me why it is bad for my health to be on your wrong side.

    Point taken, ma'am.

  4. I, Bear, have no wrong side. Your health is secure, my friend.

    1. I am truly gratified to learn this.

      You have no wrong side. You do have a mischievous side. And a reasonably deadly one at that. Fortunately, you do not have my phone number. I think.

  5. I'm just seeing this... havent't been on here in a few months. Haha..


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