I'm reluctant to answer the phone because if I hear his voice it will just reinforce to me the fact that he's a long way away and going to go further and going to be longer before I can see him again.

Plus I really hate phones.

Meanwhile, to the fucker who left the sand in the 2H bathtub: Up yours. If you're going to come inside with half the volleyball court on yourself, at least have the bloody decency to make a sodding effort to wash it away, and not leave it to dry like cement on the bathtub so that some poor innocent cleaning chick (namely, me) has to scrub at it and get wet and curse your name unto the tenth generation.

If your kids have horns, that'll be my fault.