Tuesday Night, 7:29pm
I call Jessica's house to see if she's definitely going to the Girls in Tech Mixer. Her 10-year-old daughter Jane answers the phone.
Jane: Hello, who's this?
Slackmistress: It's a friend of your mom's. Is she there?
Jane: WHO IS THIS?
Slackmistress: [realizing that is not 1978 any more and kids don't say things I'm six years old and totally alone and I don't know where my mom is.] Oh, Jane, it's Nina. Remember me? You came to my house on Christmas and I put you in my book and I have the dog with all of the nipples.
Jane: ...
Slackmistress: [realizing she will never be allowed to call the Gottlieb house again.]
Thursday, 11:16am
I can't call anyone, because I have no voice. I also have a head full of snot. But please imagine that I currently look like this.
