Frances strikes again

Frances phoned me again last night. He asked for [jumbled name] again, but he didn't sound surprised when I said once more, "Um, that person doesn't live here." He just said, "Oh! Hi Sarah!" And then we had another lengthy conversation. He told me it was his birthday. Except that with his Ghanian accent, I thought he said his "bad day." I said, "Oh, sorry to hear that."

I'm kind of sitting around waiting for Josh to come. He had to go to a concert tonight, and he's driving out here after that. I suppose I should have driven all the way to Sioux Center to join him. But I didn't. Instead, I'm sitting here eating supper: salad, a veggie burger in a whole wheat pita pocket with hummus, and a glass of wine. Lovely. Delicious. Except that now my breath smells from the garlic in the hummus. Oh well, Josh never seems to care. I'm good to go!!!