Faith was enjoying laying low. Or rather ... being "sick." Cough, cough, so sick. Cough, cough too sick to come into work. Cough, cough, I think I have Ebola, cough.

She didn't expect her boss to buy it for a minute, the whole disgusted grunt from Derek's end when he hung up the phone pretty much screamed "you're full of shit Danovan." But the big lug loved her and she loved him, and maybe if she felt like it, she'd bring him doughnuts. The man loved his deep fried dough.

So having spent the past hour stretched out on the sofa in her living room, making sure her freshly painted toes were throughly dried, Faith figured she had recovered enough from her "illness" to go out. And if she was seen, well "Oh my Gawed, I just felt like, so way better, you know? For sure!" Ugh, gag her with a spoon.

With a little grunt from having to actually move, Faith plucked the Blackberry Pearl of Death off her coffee table and absently scrolled through her messages. Pass, Pass, Fail, Pass, Do Not Pass go, do not collect $200. Ew!  

As an idea blossomed in her mind, Faith finally managed to roll herself off that sofa and wobble over to her bedroom, making sure her pedicure didn't get messed up.  While waiting for the person on the other end of the line to pick up, Faith dug through her closet, pushing hangers aside till she plucked something small and with a price tag still attached out of the deeper end.  

The voice on the other end of the line informed Faith that once again (she was lucky like that) she got Shane's voice mail instead of the actual thing. Ugh, Faith almost hung up. It was like she got hit with a bout of verbal retardation whenever she had to leave a voice mail for Shane. She always ended up sounding either like a dork, a dweeb, or a dork with a slightly perverted sense of humor. But that Priest and Rabbii joke was funny!

"Shane! Hey, It's Faith!  Ta Da! Hey I know it's kind of last minute but do you want to go out tonight? With me? You know, have a little fun, cause some mayhem and mischief? Well...maybe not so much mayhem but how about dinner to start with and then I inherited a box of fireworks from my neighbor, we could, I don't know, go freak out the people at the make out spot du jour around here? I have my cell on and on me, so call me back whenever you get this. Byee."

Wow, she managed that without embarrassing her self once! Glancing down at the booty shorts in her hand, Faith blanched as she held them out further not believing she even HAD them in her wardrobe. "Well...if I decide  to go into hooking it's nice to know I got the clothe..." It wasn't till the words actually left her mouth that Faith glanced down and noticed that the display on the Blackberry still showed the phone call status as "connected." Her thumb hit the End button with speed wholly inhuman. God she hoped that didn't make it onto the voice mail...