I just want to confess for the record. I did it. I'm guilty. Put me in the cell adjacent to Michael Jackson. Woops. I forgot he's dead.
I always forget these things.
My crime? I told my 10 year old nephew about the time I met Chuck Norris.
I told him "Chuck" was short and a total pansy.
Now my little nephew is literally devastated.
He calls me all the time. "Auntie Charmaine, Chuck Norris is NOT a pansy" he says.
He called me tonight. "Chuck is NOT a pansy" he said.
"Well he's short", I replied.
(Click) Did a child just hang up on me?