My parents are on vacation in Alaska. Monday night at about 9:45 p.m. (my time) they called to say...hell, I don't remember what they said. The problem is, I had fallen asleep on the couch at about 7:30 p.m. and if I talk to people on the phone after I've been asleep for a couple of hours, I usually don't even remember they called until I see it on the caller ID the next day. I can, evidently, carry on a whole conversation without entirely waking up. It's a gift.
The parts I do remember of the conversastion were a lot like a Jerry Seinfeld routine:
Mom: What time is it there? It's 7:30 here so it's 9:30 there. Right? (Dad in the background confirming everything mom says...Yeah! 9:30! It should be 9:30 over there!) Why are you sleeping already? You're out of breath. Why are you out of breath?
Me: I had to run to the phone. I wasn't sure how many times it rang.
Mom: Well, we're not going to call everybody. We're just calling you so you tell everybody we called! It's beautiful. We're in a little cabin. Your dad calls them...yada, yada, yada...(that's the part I forget.)
Me: Okay. I'll tell everybody you called. Y'all have fun!! Love you!
One thing bothers me about the call. Would you ask your adult child why they were out of breath at 9:30 at night? Granted, it's been a looooonnnnngggg time since there's been any freaky, freaky in this girl's bedroom but couldn't she have given me the benefit of the doubt? God knows I would never ask my parents that question.