Rob and I met John* for dinner last night. We were talking about how busy things have been and how we hadn’t all seen each other since our Martha’s Vineyard trip. As you may have noticed, we’ve had lots going on during the weekends this Fall and have been semi-neglecting the friends who actually live in town.
“It’s her fault,” Rob said, gesturing to me. I’m sure he followed this line with some ridiculous justification, like how I chain him to the couch on weeknights and force him to watch CSI, so he can’t help it that he’s not available to get together with John.
“It is not my fault,” I said. “And don’t call me her.”
“Sorry,” he replied. “It’s its fault.”
*Damn. I wanted to link to John's Facebook page here, but only people with memberships would be able to see it.
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