My sister usually comes up as "Sally Frog"
I've been ducking my family for a bit now. I really just want to slip quietly into the shadows.
So the phone rings (just now), and the called ID says "unknown number". Von picks it up and its my sister Jessica, who asks for me. I hear Von tell her that I am not here, and no she doesn't know why I am not returning phonecalls. I tip-toe out of the room because I am not comfortable with lying, and that if I'm really there my sister will just feel it somehow.
First of all, it cracks me up that my sister thought that she could get me on the phone by masking her number. I have no problem letting each and every phone call go to voicemail. If Von wasn't here, I'd never pick the damn thing up. Ever.
Von is such a fantastic liar. I'm so glad she's on my side.
So my sister tells Von that she is very worried about me, and that the last time I avoided the family and "shelled up" like this was when I was 17 and my boyfriend dumped me.
What?
Vonnie still doesn't relinquish the phone, and does it with flair and a calm poker face. My sister gets an attitude.
How can my sister honestly think that the last time we didn't speak to each other was almost 20 years ago? I've been posting about them in my journal for a while now and no one reading this could believe that.
When I...oh the phone is ringing...Maryland suburb. Could be Von's mom, could be my mother's sister. Too much risk. I'll let it go to voicemail.
As I was saying, when I first moved here, I had such a looney tunes fight with my family that we didn't talk for two years. Let me say that again: 2003 and 2004 were really great years. It was only one example of countless 'breaks' we've had. Knowing my family, they are convinced that Von is the mastermind behind the whole thing, and that she has brainwashed me into disliking them.
I think I'll post emails of that fight in 2003.
So the phone rings (just now), and the called ID says "unknown number". Von picks it up and its my sister Jessica, who asks for me. I hear Von tell her that I am not here, and no she doesn't know why I am not returning phonecalls. I tip-toe out of the room because I am not comfortable with lying, and that if I'm really there my sister will just feel it somehow.
First of all, it cracks me up that my sister thought that she could get me on the phone by masking her number. I have no problem letting each and every phone call go to voicemail. If Von wasn't here, I'd never pick the damn thing up. Ever.
Von is such a fantastic liar. I'm so glad she's on my side.
So my sister tells Von that she is very worried about me, and that the last time I avoided the family and "shelled up" like this was when I was 17 and my boyfriend dumped me.
What?
Vonnie still doesn't relinquish the phone, and does it with flair and a calm poker face. My sister gets an attitude.
How can my sister honestly think that the last time we didn't speak to each other was almost 20 years ago? I've been posting about them in my journal for a while now and no one reading this could believe that.
When I...oh the phone is ringing...Maryland suburb. Could be Von's mom, could be my mother's sister. Too much risk. I'll let it go to voicemail.
As I was saying, when I first moved here, I had such a looney tunes fight with my family that we didn't talk for two years. Let me say that again: 2003 and 2004 were really great years. It was only one example of countless 'breaks' we've had. Knowing my family, they are convinced that Von is the mastermind behind the whole thing, and that she has brainwashed me into disliking them.
I think I'll post emails of that fight in 2003.