Gossip

Surely you have played that game, "Gossip", where someone says something and it gets passed through a series of people till it is something mangled beyond recognition. Welcome to my life. I live in the world of Gossip.

I took the boys to drop them off at camp (in the middle of a thunderstorm, which was a great start for Wes-man) and while I am inside going through everything from banking "store" money to head lice checks, Jacob comes in to tell me Bill called. I'm supposed to call someone named Shannon.

I don't know anyone named Shannon, so after the boys are both declared lice free (although Wesley did have a small amount of sand in his hair), I go back to the car and get more info.

I'm to call Shannon from the Women's Biscuit Center. Now, not only do I not know Shannon but I do not believe such an establishment exists --- although if it does, I'm there. Count me in.

Carly tells me the phone number and I recognize the number as the Mental Health Center - no hot and fluffy biscuits to be found there. So I call and ask for Shannon, but no such person works there. Which leads me to call Billski, who confirms the name is indeed, Shannon.

I ask if the message was on the machine and it was, so I call back home and get the message off the machine. The name was Cheryl -- not even one letter the same as in the name Shannon.

I don't like to play the game "Gossip." I live it every day. I'm so looking forward to Billski's appointment with the doctor next month for a hearing test. For all I know, Bill told the kids it was the Women's Biscuit Center. I didn't bother to ask him -- I think I was afraid of the answer.