When I looked at caller ID I got all excited because it was Stacy and I hadn’t talked to her yet today. She started the conversation with “I have a proposal for you.” Usually that means that we are going to arrange a play day with the kids or something along those lines.
Not this time.
“Um…I have a cat who is really sick and I was thinking of having it put to sleep. I was telling Kirsten about it and she said that maybe I should check with you to see if you wanted it.”“Kirsten said that?”
“Yeah. Since your cat disappeared she was thinking that maybe you wanted it.”
“She thought I would want the cat who barfs up a lung hourly, pulls its hair out in huge clumps and it ridden with scabs?”
“Yeah.”
“And you are proposing this to me?”
Come on! Who needs enemies with friends like these?
I politely declined her most genuine, altruistic offer and promptly called Kirsten to offer her the couch from my basement which everyone refuses to sit on because Nathanael spent last summer peeing on it when he slept down there.
Because that’s how much I love her.
