They Never Listen

Adam is going to kill me.

They’re going to turn the phone off.   Where is the money in our checking account?  Mortgage… groceries…  $400 at Beverage Warehouse?!?  $700 at… where?  Oh right, that sample sale.

I can’t run this house on Adam’s salary.  He doesn’t get that.  He never listens. I’m the one who always has to find ways to cut.

We can’t afford that vodka anymore.  The cheap stuff is fine.

I need a drink.  3:30. Dammit.

What’s on the VISA?  Over the limit?!?  How?

Oh, Christ, not again.  How did this happen again?

Flat Tired

“Hi!  Is Johnny there?  It’s Nicole.”

Nicole wasn’t a big fan of her name, something she was reminded of every time she said it aloud.  She didn’t hate it; it just lacked a sense of the exotic – much like her.  Her family called her Nic, which was okay, although she thought it sounded too masculine when outsiders said it.  She could have gone the Nicky route.  Nicky would have been peppy and maybe worn a side ponytail and made sad faces when she told other girls they didn’t make the cheerleading team.  At the very least Nicky would have dated a jock and worn his letterman jacket.  She could never pull Nicky off.  Nicky hesitated to give an opinion and that was something Nicole never did.

Nicky would still wear the same size as she did in high school though, that’s for sure.