Paper work...done

Ah, I finally have the paperwork finished. I faxed a copy this afternoon. Tomorrow I'll send the originals back to them.

Just as I was dotting the last "i" and crossing the last "t", the phone rang. It sounded like the same voice that belonged to the person who called last night.

Let me go back to last night. The phone rings. I rush to answer it. "Hello," I said. "Who is this?" the voice on the other end asks. Well, excuse me, I didn't call you, you called me. Instead of pointing that out, I asked, "Who are you?" No response. Well, hell, I have things to do. If the person on the other end has enough free time to listen to dead air over the phone, fine. But I don't. So, I hung up the phone.

So, today, I've finally got the reams of paper answered. I'm seconds away from being ready to fax them back. The phone rings.

I reach for the phone, "Hello," I say as I double check to make sure I have everything initialed that's supposed to be initialed.

"Is this the residence of the man who allows you to wash his dirty dishes?" Okay, she didn't use that phrase, she used his name.

I listen, closing. Hey, it's little miss "I'm going to call you and make you tell me who you are and not tell you who I am" from last night.

Instead of answering the question, I ask my own question, "May I ask who's calling?"

Well, shit, talk about getting an answer I wasn't expecting. It's none other than the former Mrs. "The man who allows me to wash his dirty dishes."

What can she want? Does a grin, as in, oh boy I can't wait to see what this is all about grin, come across on a phone? It's been almost ten years to the day since they've had a conversation. It's been much longer since they had one that was pleasant.

What the hell does she want?

So, I hand the phone to the man who allows me to wash his dirty dishes. Honestly, I'm trying not to laugh.

What did she want? Basically, to see if I was working. Okay, that wasn't the first question out of her mouth. But the fact she even asked was mind blowing. Because it really isn't any of her damned business. The other thing she was concerned about was if the man who allows me to wash his dishes is right with God. Huh? WTF?

What did she really want? I'm not positive, but I have a few ideas. I think she believes I'm dumb as a box of rocks. I think she thinks the man who allows me to wash his dirty dishes is equally dumb. Hey, I suspect she even reads my blogs. I think there was nothing happenstance with her timing. I also suspect others are feeding her information.

Let them and let her read this.

I really don't have time to worry about what she knows or doesn't. Because I have scrubs ordered and I know one item won't be shipped until the end of November. Well, crap. I hope the other eleven arrive before my plane leaves.

I still haven't located new socks. I realized if I bought new socks, I need new shoes. Oh, and next week, me and the dentist are going to get friendly. As in thee appointments, plus one the next week.

I need to find the wind up alarm clock. Do I want to waste space on things like toothpaste, shampoo and soap? After all, I can buy new there. But will I cringe when I see the prices there? These are the things I have to worry about. Not why an ex is calling asking about my earning potential or about her ex's relationship with God. Give me a freaking break.

Okay, kids, more tomorrow. On my 'to do' list, post office, evening out with the man who allows me to wash his dirty dishes. Start a serious list of things to take and things to get finished before I leave. Create a list for the man who allows me to wash his dirty dishes to get accomplished before he and the dogs can come traveling with me.