So while the girls are in the tub, Ira and I are in Haley's room. We are doing whatever, and he tackles me and throws me on her bed. Typical Ira stuff. We are laying there talking and he says, "So, My intern, Adam....."
The puzzled look on my face must have been a dead give away because he says, "I told you about my intern, right?"
"Well, no, you didn't actually. How long have you had this intern?"
Now we re completely grinning at each other. So, he now has an intern, and he has totally not mentioned it to AT ALL!
"Three weeks, but we so had this conversation. I told you ALL about it!" Grinning ear to ear.
"No! You DID NOT!" Grinning even more.
At this point we are both well aware that I will SO be blogging about this tonight.
"Yes I did. My mom ran into his mom when she was visiting your mom at the hospital I think? She told her about me and he needed an intern position for school so she told her to have him call me. They knew each other from like 20 years ago when she went to the Dr. that my mom used to work for or something like that."
(side not: I just re-read that, and even having been a part of the conversation, it makes no sense to me, so don't try to make sense out of it. That is just how my man and I roll.)
Ok, now, no way in God's Green Earth did we have this conversation. Ever. But that's ok. This is just the way we operate. I'm good with it. We have other things to talk about. Like Lima Beans and leotards and princesses and pom-poms..... Yeah, our life is pretty full.
You would think taking on an intern that his mom sent him because she knew his mom 20 years ago and ran into her at the hospital visiting my mom would be one of those Small-world-coincidences that kind of comes up over dinner or something. But no. You would think wrong.
And my family continues to tell him stuff like, "Hey, your father is having surgery" or "Your grandmother died" or even "Dinner on Sunday s going to be at your sister's house. We are celebrating mom and dad's something-tieth anniversary." and they think he is going to pass the news on to me. I swear, each of these are things that his family has told him expecting him to tell me. INCLUDING HIS GRANDMOTHER HAS DIED!
Yeah. No. He isn't.
And by the way, to my mother-in-law that reads this blog?
Yeah, he got a call from your friend's son and gave him and internship. As of today, Adam has been working for Ira for about 3 weeks now, 3 days a week.
And he has not mentioned it to you yet.
Although he will swear he has had this conversation with you.
He HAS NOT!
Don't let him play you.
It isn't just me he holds out information on.
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