When I got back from lunch (I have a HUGE cheesey stain on my shirt - looks like - well - something badddddd...) there was a note to call my sister.
"What did you need?" I asked when I finally got her on the line.
"Iwascallingtoseehowtoturnonthevacuum," she said in a quick, hard-to-follow, voice.
"You were calling me - at work - to see how to turn on the vacuum?"
"Are you at my house?"
"No. I'm at mom and dad's."
"Are you using my vacuum at mom and dad's?"
I struggled to comprehend.
"You called me at work," I paused to gather the strength to go on, "to ask me how to turn on mom and dad's vacuum cleaner at mom and dad's house?"
I banged the receiver against my freckled forehead.
This is the chick who will be accompanying me to my upcoming surgical procedure.