The other reason that the call is coming from inside the house is that The BFF has moved into our basement! I suspect we will still be calling each other on the phone anyways, much like my sister and I use to IM each other from down the hall when we first moved in together. Because it was so much easier than shouting, "What? I can't hear you!" and then having to, like, get up out of our chairs and shit. And don't worry, I say "the basement" but for those of you who had basements like the one we had as kids; nasty smelly dungeon like places that you were exiled too during the long months of winter <--what? I don't exaggerate my childhood, shut it! - anyways, don't worry, our basement is actually a finished apartment. The bedroom is the biggest bedroom in the whole house and the previous owners actually had a pool table in there, so...yeah. It has a sink, a microwave, a keganator <--for a beer keg, a couch and a nice tv. Also the room I call "Chuck's Closet" cuz it's where we keep all the extra toilet paper.
She graduated law school but the Bar exam results aren't in for another month or so and her lease was up. Apparently she can practice before she gets the results, but I imagine it is hard to find work - because why would someone hire you and then find out you had failed the Bar and then have to fire you and re-train someone new? I fully believe things will pick up once the Bar results are in, but I knock on wood so I don't jinx it. /knocks on virtual wood and maybe spins around three times and spits, just to be sure/
So instead of spending an hour everyday talking on the phone about important things like Dean/Cas, we can just do it in the living room.
I now have a week's worth of comments to catch up on, but bugger it all - I think I am going to eat salad and watch the next episode of Camelot instead.