Setting: Friday, August 3, 2007 12:15 PM in my laundry room in Orem, UT. I am still unshowered for the day. With a baby in one arm, I am trying to fold the tenth load of laundry for the week when my cell phone rings sharply.
Me (answering the ringing phone): Hello.
Kim: Hi, its me.
Me (smiling thoughtfully): Hey, How are you?
Kim (hurriedly with words running together): Great can you do me a favor? The Internet is down at my work which is a real pain, because I have personal things that need to be done.
Me (walking down the hall to my desk): Okay...
Kim: I need you to buy a plane ticket for me.
Me (thinking there is nothing more in this world that I want than for Kim to move her three children and all her personal belongings to the land of Utah and marry a nice man): Ooooh? Where are you going?
Kim (sarcastically): I'm coming to Utah to see that guy.
Me (giddy with delight and confusion): No way! Really? Are you kidding me? You are kidding me. Oh my gosh are you serious? You aren't serious.
Kim (interrupting with a shot of realism): Of course I'm not serious. I need to buy a plane ticket for _____ -.
In this blank one should place the first real name of Grettir, which I am unable to do because that name is a secret. So lets pretend it is Don.
So now that you are up to speed let's rewind....
Kim (interrupting with a shot of realism): Of course I'm not serious. I need to buy a plane ticket for Don---
S2 (simultaneously speaking in my other ear - the one not super glued to the cell phone): Mom, what's for lunch?
Me (ignoring my hungry child altogether and interrupting a little too soon): Don!? What the heck? Are you kidding me? What is going on? On my gosh! You're not serious.
Kim (slowly and clearly): Debbie. I don't need a ticket for Don. I need one for Don-na. Donna my niece. She's coming to watch my kids next week.
Me (weakly): Oh... (moment of awkward silence) You know S2 was talking and so you cut out. So all I heard was...
Kim (not really caring to hear the story): Uh huh.
Me: That is kinda funny - their names and all, huh?
Kim (annoyed): Sure.
Me (getting down to business, placing the baby on the floor and double clicking Internet Explorer icon on the computer): Will Donna - emphasis on the feminine. The uh. Will she be flying Delta, or some other airline?