What do we call that guy again?

For someone who loves to write, it’s amazing how many experiences I have where I just can’t seem to find the right words. I have multiple happenings of this.

Last night all of us girls and Jon! - were sitting around chit chatting as we do, about what our life plans are and asking each other how last month’s life plans are going. We give out the advice, usually brave and bold because we all want good stories for next time. And usually the advice we give, is the day dream that we ourselves would like to star in. Everyone’s got their opinions for each other, sometimes being painfully honest, whch is okay because that's what makes us such good friends.

In last night's conversation, I was not feeling tolerant to anything less than story book fortune telling and when I could tell that I didn’t like what Michelle was about to prophesy, I decided to sit up straight and boldly cut her sentence off and said,

“Yooooooooooooo (the long 'you' was suppose to give me time to think. 'running out of time')...oooou ….are not the light house man!”

I tried to be as dignified as I could while knowing I hadn’t said it right. Hopefully no one would catch on. Except for spiritual Jon over here...

"The watchman on the tower, Hannah. THE WATCHMAN on the TOWER."

Squinting my eyebrows, “Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaa. Aka prophet.”

The ‘Aka prophet’ was suppose to help redeem me because it was proof that I at least knew what the phrase meant. But it didn’t help when I pronounced Aka as one word instead of initialing the letters a.k.a

Note to self: When trying to cut somebody’s words off with your own words… you need to have your words ready. The right words. And in order. And pronounced correctly.

So then I asked Jon,…”So Jon. Let’s say we’re having a tea party……”