I Can't Believe It!!!
I left the table for all of five minutes. 300 measly little seconds and my sister starts meddling as usual. Ugh!
Blond haired guy came back today and in the midst of buying a couple ornaments he apparently asked a bunch of questions about little old me. At least that's how Maggie tells the story and of course there are no witnesses, aside from her and the dude to verify that. Of course! Maggie swears she just told him I'm her sister and that my name is Alexandra. But from the smirk on her face I'd say she told him a little more.
So now he thinks I'm single and desperate and my sister fancies herself Miss Lonelyhearts.
UGH! Family!
Oh it gets better. (of course it does, you say! It has to! It just has to!)
I'd barely seen Maggie out the door and into her car for the drive home after the sale ended than my phone rang. Thinking it was her with some last minute request I answered without checking the number. Silly me. It wasn't her.
IT WAS HIM!
I want to say it was a weird conversation but it really wasn't. He was polite and apologetic for calling out of the blue. Turns out his name is Beck Wilson and he's a reporter. Hard to believe he'd be the type to do a story about a craft sale but stranger things have happened. We chatted for a few minutes about the sale and I admit he really was easy to talk to.
In fact once the call ended I still wasn't really sure why he'd called me. Guess I'll just have to keep an eye out for a story about the sale and see if I'm quoted in it.
Blond haired guy came back today and in the midst of buying a couple ornaments he apparently asked a bunch of questions about little old me. At least that's how Maggie tells the story and of course there are no witnesses, aside from her and the dude to verify that. Of course! Maggie swears she just told him I'm her sister and that my name is Alexandra. But from the smirk on her face I'd say she told him a little more.
So now he thinks I'm single and desperate and my sister fancies herself Miss Lonelyhearts.
UGH! Family!
Oh it gets better. (of course it does, you say! It has to! It just has to!)
I'd barely seen Maggie out the door and into her car for the drive home after the sale ended than my phone rang. Thinking it was her with some last minute request I answered without checking the number. Silly me. It wasn't her.
IT WAS HIM!
I want to say it was a weird conversation but it really wasn't. He was polite and apologetic for calling out of the blue. Turns out his name is Beck Wilson and he's a reporter. Hard to believe he'd be the type to do a story about a craft sale but stranger things have happened. We chatted for a few minutes about the sale and I admit he really was easy to talk to.
In fact once the call ended I still wasn't really sure why he'd called me. Guess I'll just have to keep an eye out for a story about the sale and see if I'm quoted in it.
