beer

me: hey
ms. b: hi
me: what's wrong?
ms. b: where should i start?
me: how did your dad's surgery go?
ms. b: they postponed it. again.
me: what?!
ms. b: i know!
me: so you have to drive down there for the third time?
ms. b: yeah. i went postal on their asses.
me: what did you do?
ms. b: i told them if he gets bumped again they better start running for cover cause i'll start taking people out.
me: that's my girl.
ms. b: i'll see you later. i'm going home to get drunk.
me: at noon on a saturday?
ms. b: at noon on a saturday.

after four shirts, i finally decided what to wear out tonight. when someone calls and i'm in the process of getting dressed i let my phone ring. i don't know what it is, but talking to someone naked makes me feel like a phone sex operator. i invited the former/slowly becoming again best friend to tag along with us tonight. i love having her back in my life. got confirmation on some speculation about a certain someone at work. i had no doubt. i guess missy will be there tonight as well. it's slowly becoming a thing. i haven't seen her in a few years, i can't wait. okay, got some beers to drink and a booty to shake. i'm out.