He’s on the road, when my phone rings. I don’t have a land line anymore. I have two cell phones, and I pick up.

“How are you, P?”

“I’m good. I’m in a happy mood.”

“Well, look.” He has a southern accent. “I’m going to call you from a civilian phone. I am about out of minutes.”

I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at it. Civilian phone? What’s he think he’s doing? Being patched through from the jungle or something? I laughed, but quietly.

“But then civilians will be able to hear me,” he added as if he was weighing the risk.

And thank God the phone cut out at this very moment because I burst out laughing. I mean I laughed out loud so hard my kid just stared at me. Because I was thinkin’, oh yeah! Civilians will hear you and you have a Scorpio Moon. Can’t have that. But dude. Don’t you realize I put our conversations on my blog? I don’t think I’m a soldier, man. You mean these communications are supposed to be classified? ::snorts::

And I gotta say, I love this stuff. The constant intrigue that is imaginary. He’s always dodging mortar fire that isn’t there. Okay. Sometimes it is there. But either way, P is completely entertained.

Do you have a ridiculous person in your life? (I recommend it.) Who?