So is it wrong....

to kinda sorta borrow your girlfriend's phone and call the last number she dialed to talk to her Aunt and explain you aren't a serial killer? You think? Ooops! But if you call at midnight our time, it's noon in Manila. And what's a better lunchtime conversation than explaining that you're as harmless as a petunia plant to a woman you've never met. Why on earth would you be suspicious of some dude your niece met on the Internet? I don't get it. She made it pretty clear that she was having my ass checked out and I made it pretty clear that I was okay with that. Which is sort of true. How can I blame her? And truthfully, there's not a heck of a lot to find out. But it still irritates me. And I guess it shouldn't. Like I've said, if it were my sister running off to Manila, I'd be on a plane in half an hour. And my sister is a giant pain in the behind. Sooner or later Maricel is going to find out and probably be pretty ticked off at me. Oh well.