Yesterday afternoon, I was in the shower when the phone rang. Naturally, I ignored it. After all, I didn’t want to drip all over the bedroom only to reach my phone as the caller was sent to voice mail. A couple of minutes later, the phone rang again, and this time, Jordyn brought it to me just in time for me to miss the call. I did look, and I saw that Pooch had called twice. When I got out of the shower, I called him back.
We had the beginnings of our typical weekend afternoon conversation, and then I told him I was dripping wet and that I only called him back because I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t in the midst of a crisis. He told me there was no crisis, that he was enjoying a weeekend day away from the Pentagon and was just out running errands. I explained that I was supposed to be at Sam and Kelly’s house for their baby dedication in like 45 minutes. He laughed and told me I could call him back that night or Sunday afternoon.
Two minutes later, the phone rang again. Pooch explained that he was in the midst of a great story and wanted to finish. When he asked if I was still dripping, I told him I was, but I had now added shaving cream to the mix and that I was halfway through shaving.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. We never have unannounced guests, so I was swearing at the Jehovah’s Witnesses in my mind. I was prepared to kill them and scatter their Watchtower magazines all over the front yard as a warning.
“Pooch, you aren’t going to believe this… but someone is ringing my dang doorbell. Can I call you back tonight?”
“Sure, buddy… that’s fine. Have a good weekend.” Thank God for understanding friends.
I sent Jordyn to holler out the door that daddy would be there in a minute, and then I set a new record in speed shaving with only a small deduction from my final score for minor facial lacerations. Jordyn came back and told me that Bybo was at the door.
I threw on some shorts, went and opened the door and found… Pooch.
We visited briefly while I got myself and the girls ready and made plans for dinner tonight. He and his bride met us at Jim and Nick’s for an entirely too brief meal. We enjoyed our time together, though… enough to remind me why I miss him and Spanky in the first place.
Bro, thanks for going out of your way to get in town before I had to leave. Your friendship means more than you know.
And, by the way, I think we may have to compete with Rick and Bubba to earn the title of the two sexiest fat men alive!
heyy!!! That’s really cool that Pooch came to see you! HI POOCH! Hope you have a good time in London. Mom says to bring her a postcard. I’ll talk to you later! Love ya!
I wish I had been smart enough to have a camera ready to capture the look on Flig’s face when he opened the door! Priceless doesn’t even come close. Do any of you truly understand how hard it is to make Flig SPEECHLESS?? Well, Score = 1 for Pooch, cuz I did it!