Is what you hear what you heard?

So, when the phone rings, I don't normally pick it up. I never have. I mean why? It's never for me and if it is, it usually means it's work. So the normal routine around our house is for me to look at caller ID and say, "Honey it's for you". This system has really worked well for years and years. That is until this last week. Yup, I wife has been very, very sick. She hasn't been physically able to answer the phone and I have had to move my lazy butt.

Today the phone rang and I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was probably "My Daughter Who Moved to the Bottom of the World and Changed Her Name to a Flower". So, since I was closest to the phone and my wife is just now barely moving, (she was really sick), I answered with a cheery, "Hello". "How come you're home?", said My Daughter Who Moved to the Bottom of the World and Changed Her Name to a Flower. "I'm always home at 4:00pm", said I. "Oh, (pause), I know, I just forgot that when it's morning here it's not morning there." Now that was a quick recovery except for the fact that if you time your call to avoid someone who should be at work... Hmmmm.

To be fair I have been intercepting my wife's calls but only because she just couldn't talk. And 4:00pm here is 8:00am where My Daughter Who Moved to the Bottom of the World and Changed Her Name to a Flower lives. Which means she just got up and was out of it.

So is what is heard what I heard? Naa. You could hear the tiredness in her voice. I wish I could sleep in till 8 am. :-)