Last night you called me to chat on your way home from work. I love when you do that. We only get to chat as long it takes from Orem to Springville. I'll take it. I love spending that time with you.
You mentioned that you were reading a book that I sent you. Gods in Alabama. When you said the title I suck my breath a little. Really? I sent this book to you? Here's the thing. I am sorry. I can't remember sending you this book. It's true, we like different books. I have been baffled by some of your book choices. A couple of months ago you semi-hurt my feelings when you told me that I don't read books with serious issues. Even though it tends to be true. So I guess we are now even. Because you are reading a TERRIBLE BOOK. Awful. Truly bad. I am so sorry that I sent that book to you.
Please don't hate me for this book.
PS Have fun at the beach this week. Enjoy reading the book I just sent you. A book I know I sent. A book for you to enjoy.