Comcast, Drugs, Phone Calls

Our Internet was screwed up tonight. So here it was, 11:30 pm & Nate calls to see what is going on. We need a new router, so we know that. He seemed to get a pretty nice lady on the phone. She told him to hold, & this is how mine & his conversation went:

Him: I'm only doing this right now so You can have the Internet.

Me: Oh thank you so much. Do you want me to bow down.

Me: Are you tired?

Him: Very, but I'm not too high to realize it!.....uhmm, hello, no I was talking to my wife.

SOOOO, I'm pretty sure Comcast thinks I have a drug problem. It's called Mothers Little Helpers & an Ambien. Geez, I'm not Lindsey Lohan. Speaking of tired, I gotta call it a day at 12:10 in the am. I'm sure I'll fall when I get out of the chair. That's how us druggies do it! :)