FaceTime

This past time I FaceTime'd with two guys - what ? Yes, two of them.

Do you remember the Italian, who was cranky the last time I saw him? The one who always uses the excuse that whatever I do is because I am a woman? Well, I was happily sitting on my couch - probably catching up on Mob Wives or whatever fantabulous show - and all of a sudden my phone was ringing. To my complete shock it was the Italian. Fine. No problem. I will answer. HOWEVER, the phone was answering normally so I pulled the phone away and oh yes...there was my large face. HOLY UNATTRACTIVE!  HA HA. In addition to my not - so - beautiful Sunday relaxing self, there was a beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback (my weakness) Buddy, and the Italian. I do NOT know why he felt the need to FaceTime me. It was so weird. I only FTime with my sister and her girls!

Ok, ok...F-time over and back to Mob Wives...ring a ling, ring a ling...What in the world! Whoever is calling better be worth it...I am watching MOB WIVES for god's sake!

OMG!!! FACE TIME AGAIN!!!! But this time it is goofy at the airport. Holy canoli. Are you serious. A. why is another guy using this form of communication and 2. why is he wearing sunglasses? So, in all fairness and because I like to be funny, I put my sunglasses on. Well, goofy and I chatted about world issues, such as who makes your sunglasses? "Mine are Vuitton, Mine are Robert Marc..." Solving world peace -"Having more than one glass of wine tonight? Yes, of course" You know, serious stuff. And then the conversation was over.

Had I known I was going to F-time with two people that evening, I would have at least put on one of my ball gowns and headed to Saks to get my makeup done...Don't you think these gentlemen should have asked first? What if I didn't have my hair done? What if I was in my jim jams? (HA HA HA I think I was)!!! 

Anyway, F-time blows unless you are forewarned - unless it is your sister with her three beautiful and super funny girls.