Phone rings. I look down at the number that has been programmed into our home phone since we got the damn phones.
Me: What the hell you want?
Shelly: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm calling to check on that other person living on your forehead.
Me: Everybody got jokes.
Shelly: (breathing hard trying to push through the laughter) HOW IN THE HELL YOUR CLUMSY AZZ DO THAT TO YOUR HEAD??????? THE HELL? IMMA NEED YOU TO SIT DOWN SOMEWHERE HELL!
Me: Um...hmmmm...by the way...I won.
Shelly: So ho.
Five hours of phone conversation later...I took my drugs and went to bed.
SIP: So...yall used to break up every two years. This time it was about four years. Yall gonna stick to four again or ya gonna stretch it out to six?
Me: Shut up SIP.
Robby: Yall get on my nerves.