Place: BBGWorld HQ
I answer the home phone (yes, I'm one of the last 4 people in America with an E.T. phone home phone). The voice on the other end
Simultaneously, my cell started ringing, adding to the, 'whaaaaat is happening?' experience unfolding. I didn't pick up the cell. It was an unfamiliar number, which is the A - #1 way to get me to not answer a call. Plus, I was already speaking with Somp. Until more words were exchanged and few seconds later I thought, 'This. Is. Not. Somp.' I learned, after a super classy
I scurried around to make myself quasi presentable to those who's names aren't Uncle John (-- my d oh double g, who is quite accustomed to seeing me in some pretty sketchy home sanctioned outfits [Uncle John pics/posts]). And when I say 'presentable', I mean; Not nakid. Which as I hate almost all of my cold weather clothes, is in fact, the best I can hope for. The extent of my gettin' ready hub bub was 3 minute make up, brushing and re-ponytailing my locks and deciding between a hoodie sweatshirt or a fleece-y zip up, as I had already decided that it was a snow boot kinda night. (Fashion Declaration: Total legit snow boot wearin'. It was actively snowing.) Clearly, I did not give a fuck about lookin' good/decent.