bubble bath

saturday night i stayed in. i spent the day on the couch grading papers, then snuggled up with one of the dogs trying to wait for the monster in my head to fall asleep. i usually don't answer the house phone, but if nobody is there to answer it, it will ring constantly. so annoying. so the one time i dare to answer the phone, it is a girl calling for my little brother (the one who is still in high school). Rachel she says her name is. I tell her he isn't here, but i'll have him call her.

well. later on that evening, i come downstairs to the kitchen for some reason. my dad is there and he informs me that

your little brother is downstairs in the basement with a GIRL... maria i think her name is. would you mind going down there and checking things out?

you probably think i jumped at the chance.

instead, i conveniently remember right then that RACHEL called my brother earlier that evening. I tell my dad, you can go down there, but i have an idea. i just remembered that a girl whose name is not maria called him a while ago!

so i yell down the stairs:

JON! RACHEL CALLED WHILE YOU WERE GONE!

my dad laughs at me. you are so bad! he says, almost giddy.

i don't think he went downstairs though.