"Eleven cymbals" he said suddenly.
"Huh?" I asked.
"You said I have NINE cymbals. I have eleven. Eleven that I've mounted, anyway."
"When did I say that?"
"On the blog."
So, correction: Gary has eleven cymbals. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
I was in bed this morning. Gary was awake.
"Ellen, I've been thinking you might want to sell those Elton John / Billy Joel tickets."
I ran it through a few times because I was a little groggy. Then I said,
"Why on earth would I want to do that?"
"You know ... swine flu. And you on the immunosuppressants ..."
I wanted to laugh at him outright, bu he was being truly concerned. "Let's wait on that decision for a few weeks."
"It might be too late to sell the tickets, then."
"What about masks? I could wear a mask." Because I would. He'd make me take it off two feet in the door because he'd be embarrassed.
Then I started thinking, I could wear a mask that reads OFFICIAL TOUR '09 FACE MASK $50.00 ...
or I could draw the KISS tongue on it ...
or "Flu in from Miami beach B.O.A.C."
or "Pigs! Rude, Vile Pigs!"