Oh no!

Last night I was lying in bed drifting off to sleep and Mike was just finishing a newspaper article when the phone rang.

Now, I knew it was his mom because she tends to do this. She calls just as we're going to sleep. It's the least convenient time, really...if she actually woke us up I'd inform her of it without reservation. But when Mike mentions that she called just as we were going to bed, she regards it as getting ahold of us just in the nick of time and doesn't feel bad at all about chattering away. I think that since she's retired she forgets that some of us have to wake up at a certain time every morning, which means that we have to go to bed at a certain time every night.

Anyway, after awhile Mike was able to hang up the phone and crawl into bed.

"Why does she always call so late?" I asked sleepily.

"Well, probably because she knows I'll be home," Mike replied.

"Well, we should just tell her never to call past ten," I grumbled.

There was a pause. "Um...it's not past ten," Mike said.

My eyes popped open. "Holy crap, I'm old!" I cried.

I can't believe I was complaining about nine-thirty phone calls. I'm turning into my mother.