Reporting Live From Hackensack (part two)

I told SW that too. She's like, "What's wrong with that? You are a girl!"

I continued the play by play commentary. I had never met Susan before. I still haven't, because I couldn't get my friend off the phone. Erin muttered, "I don't know why she has to keep tabs on everything."

SW must have heard. "What's she say?" she demanded. I said I would tell her later. (And I did, SW was furious. Maybe. She said, "I told you I would call." And I told her I was glad she did. She sounded suprised.)

At some point, Erin managed to get SW off the phone. (But not before being questioned.) Then we went home. It was a shorter trip, since there was less traffic. However, Erin kept a watchful eye over my speed. He made polite comments like, "I think we can pass this truck," and "Did the speed limit drop again?" I was ready to drop his speed limit.

We got to SW's house. On Erin's, er, "request" I followed him in. There was Janie. I was suprised. I was under the impression that she was staying with SW's mother.

Oh, but the look on her face when I walked in. Though I usually wouldn't say this, nothing else can quite describe it as well as this: She was pissed off.

And then she forced me to eat her food.