wake-up call

I'm bleary-eyed after a late night at work, talking to my Dad on the phone this morning...

Dad: yaddadyadada... oh by the way, your friend Michelle called yesterday.

Me: What? She called your number? Why?

Dad: I don't know, she said she is at her parents. I left the number at home, I can get it to you tonight.

(Oh God, what's wrong? Is the baby okay? Did something happen between her and her husband? Where the hell's Greg? Did the house burn down? Pirates? )

Me: Which parent?

Dad: She didn't say. "J" something...

Me: Did she say to call her at her parents in Etobicoke or Barrie or what!?

Dad: She said call her parent's place in Richmond Hill

Me: What? Her folks don't live in Richmond Hill.(beat) Do you mean Martina?

Dad: Oh sorry, that's it. She said call her so you can get together Friday.


Helldamncrap, I hate when my heart jumps into my throat at 9 in the morning. At least I won't need that first coffee yet...