I was supposed to go to my cousin Heather’s baby shower (when on earth did baby showers become unisex?). I was also on call at work. I figured I would have to do one or the other. If work needed me, then I would miss the shower. If I didn’t have to work, then I would have to go the
stupid shower. I didn’t want to do either.
The trick was in the timing overlap. My ride to the baby shower had to leave 15 minutes before I was supposed to call work and see if I was needed.
I can’t go. I might have to work.
One down, one to go.
I called work. They didn’t need me.
Pizza and ESPN.
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