Saturday nights are generally uneventful for me and Jeremiah.
This last Saturday was no exception until I found myself wide awake around the time I would usually be falling asleep.
I went to write some inane nonsense on twitter and saw that Aly was also awake. I enticed her to call me, and was surprised when voila!!!, a strange number was lighting up my cell phone.
"Why are you calling from an 800 number?"
Aly answers in her perfectly excellent southern accent,
"Hon, it's a 805 number, not an 800 number..."
And now I've given away her area code to anyone wanting to stalk her. Or did I?
Then came the marathon phone conversation that lasted a whole four hours, although I'm not sure how that is even possible. Our talk covered a broad range of topics but mostly hit on these points:
4) Our Kids.
5) Confessions (mostly things I said that surprised Aly, and things she told me that would rock the blogging world...but secrets can only be hinted at, right?).
The whole four hours mostly boiled down to the fact that Aly and I are much more alike than we previously thought. And that we both LOVE to talk. About Sex.
Yesterday I wrote about the first half of our wonderful weekend. Aside from another bike ride the rest of the weekend was generally uneventful, except for the drama that one lunch at a Japanese restaurant created...Enjoy My Masterful Slideshow Video Skills. Mad Skillz Yo.