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So, my husband left a snippy message on The Stander Upper’s cell phone last night, and apparently while I was teaching puppy class, she called back and primly informed him that it’s all my fault. It was the ELEVENTH at eleven. Because, you know, “eleventh” sounds SO much like “fourth”, so you could see how I would get it confused even after repeating the date that she had suggested several times musingly and then looking it up on the calendar, and hypothesizing that I COULD get the time off for that date, because there was puppy class that week, and then after picking a time I wrote it all down, and then READ IT BACK TO HER.

And now I have to see her next week and she thinks I’m all crazy and can’t hear the difference between FOURTH and ELEVENTH.