It's my birthday today, which by default means it's also the Twin's birthday today. We're 34 today. Which is officially the age when I get to start punching people in the face that lament turning 25, 26, or whatever, because they think they're getting old. If you're not from Ork, then that's just how it works, genius. Get over it. (Or I'll punch you in the face. Don't say I didn't warn ya!)
The other night, the house phone rang. I got up to answer it even though it's not a common practice for me to answer the landline at home anymore due to all the phone calls just being solicitors or people with a "survey" for me. But as dad was in the hospital and all, and I don't know what numbers he has for me in his cell phone, I answered it just in case it was him. It wasn't him...
"Hello, may I speak to the head of the household?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I replied. "You must have the wrong number!" And I hung up.
I told Leo what the person said, and his response was, "They were offering head to the household, and you hung up?"
*sigh!* Living with a boy is fun.