The phone rings.
"Hello?"
"HI! This is Allison."
I'm just standing there...and I'm thinking, the secretary from school? Jillian's sister Allison?
"I'm returning your call?
???? Ummm.
I'm totally drawing a blank and then finally my brain returns from the short cruise it was on to the Bahama's...
"Oh! ALLYSON! Sorry, misplaced my mind for a moment. Yes! I called about...blah, blah, blah..."
Honestly sometimes...and yet I have to laugh about this name confusion game. I was talking to the Farm Boy and saying, "and then Shirley said..."
"Shirley...W****?"
In exasperation, "No, Shirley L***!" What was he thinking? Could he even vaguely envision the other Shirley playing Tarzan from her deck? (I know... great story, but not mine to tell here!)
Or "Carrie called."
"Kerry? You mean, the Bishop?"
"NO! Carrie, the girl."
??? He's got that look, does he even know a female named Carrie?
"For heavens sakes guy, Carrie F*****!"
"Oh."
And so it goes.
But my favorite was talking about Wendy to Wendy. One Wendy is petite and lives in S. California. The other Wendy is tall and lives about a mile from me. I've know the one for 35 years the other about 25 years. But after visiting Los Angeles this summer, apparently I was doing the old, "Wendy this, Wendy that..." It was getting confusing. I started resorting to calling them Little Wendy and....
Of course you can follow the other's 'name' to it's logical conclusion to which SHE said,
"Ummm, no. Let's find a more flattering way to refer to me. I don't do BIG Wendy."
LOL
Whoops. ;)
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