I was on the phone this morning trying to make Mary Bullock’s first dental appointment [long overdue]. As usual when I’m on the phone, she was hanging off of my back, poking me in the eyeballs, and in general making the receptionist on the other end of the phone lose all patience with me.
Receptionist: What’s your home address?
MB: AAAHHH!!! MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMYYYYYYYY!
Me: What was that?
Receptionist: Your HOME ADDRESS?
Me: Oh. Arapahoe Avenue A-R-A—
MB: I NOT A RAPPIN’ HO!