That Trashy Friend of Mine

Today, Gavin had an ear infection so he came home from school and accompanied me to the dentist. While waiting, he played on my phone in the waiting room. When I came out, he told me I missed a lot of calls, but it was okay as he answered each one and told the person I was getting my teeth fixed. (Luckily no "work" calls made their way to my seven-year-old receptionist.)

As we got into the car, Gavin said, "Some lady named 'White Trash' called you."

What? I was sorry I missed that call. I told him that couldn't be true, but he was convinced that was her name and told me to look on my call log.

There I saw it: in the log, my friend "Wilhite, Trish" had called me.

Tomatoes, tomahtuhs.