I Suck At Calling My BFF

On Tuesday, I had parenting duty while Karen went out to celebrate her sister's birthday.

Nothing particularly exciting ever happens while I'm on parenting duty, unless you get amused by my two year old (Briana) like when she picks her nose and tells you she found a raisin. So without a doubt, one of highlights for my Tuesday was when my BFF (Kerry) called me. Kerry had to call me, of course, because I suck at calling my BFF.

Back in my "gossip queen" days, I used to enjoy talking on the phone... strangely about nothing. It seems that as I have gotten older (because I'm a grumpy old man these days), I tend to shy away from the phone... and social media. I'd shake my fist at Facebook if that would do anything.

My days do seem busier now with Briana and my one year old (Bridget). And unfortunately, I sometimes forget to do the little things like contact my friends to at least let them know I'm still here once in awhile. Needless to say, I was pretty ecstatic to talk with Kerry on Tuesday.

Interestingly enough, the egocentric Facebook was one of the topics we had chatted about over the phone. Kerry was just becoming a little tired of the "me". Among the other topics of discussion were her upcoming trip to Mexico and her attempt to donate blood. The real reason she actually called, however, was not to discuss Facebook, Mexico, or her blood, but to find out what Bridget's middle name was.

I'm not sure what she needed Bridget's middle name for. Regardless, I had a great time talking with Kerry. It was almost like I was the "gossip queen" again. So thanks Kerry! I had a fun time chit-chatting.