So yesterday Betsy called me.

Hesitantly, she told me of her afternoon at Frothy Monkey. She sat down at a table and heard two voices behind her talking.

About ME.

She could hear one of them say, “I mean, Annie doesn’t even pay attention to me anymore.”

And then the other one responded, “Well, I used to see her almost every day and I haven’t heard a peep from her in over a week.”

To see who it was, she glanced over her shoulder.

And believe it or not, my blog and my journal were having coffee together.

I think that’s rude.

[Mainly because they used the last $7.43 of my gift card.]