Monday, January 16, 2012

Broken Telephone

Today I sent Mister a message that was meant for my sister - the one that some people think is my twin. This is what happened: When I got home from work, he told me that he would not be taking the flat. He said he had contacted the landlord and cancelled the cheque. So, I typed a text to my sister saying that I was going to drink copious amounts of wine and perhaps throw myself from the kitchen window.
And then I sent it. To Mister. Instead of Sister.
Oh, well. I haven't started on the wine yet, but maybe now is a good time.

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