Booty Call

On Mr. Conservative days off he takes me and the kids to work and school. We also stop at Shitbucks to get our drink on Me, Mr. Conservative and Anger Mgmt – after we drop off Mr. Stefon.

So, he dropped me off and I said see you, love you, bye. Then 15 minutes later after dropping off Anger Mgmt he calls.

I am looking at my work phone like who is calling me so early. Most people know to call my cell phone in the morning (if I had remembered to cut it on).

Me: Good morning, Urban how can I help you?
Mr. Conservative: How come you didn’t come home with me?
Me: (blushing) What?
Mr. Conservative: You heard me. How come you didn’t come home with me?
Me: Oh. I have work to do.
Mr. Conservative: Your ass don’t have no damn work, your going to be surfing the net.
Me: (Laughing) Yes I do.
Mr. Conservative: You don’t love me no more.
Me: (cheesing) What?
Mr. Conservative: Yeah man, that’s messed up.
Me: Well, I can get off at 12, but then you will have to turn around to come back up here to get Mr. Stefon.
Mr. Conservative: Naw, man you need to come home now. We can go out and I can pay College Boy to pick up Mr. Stefon so we can hang out and come back whenever.

Uh, I am not waiting until 12. I am about to bounce, I can wait to do this shit. I looked jacked up this morning, so if he is still feeling me coming home while I look like a ragamuffin.