I’m naming names.

It’s one of the TWINS.

Today my husband had the nerve to call one of the Twins. I don’t know which one. A glance at their calling card informs me that these lovelies are identical twins.

Gorgeous, both of them. (Aren’t they all?)

So I’m sitting on the couch, close by, as my husband makes a professional real-estate related (you’d better believe it) call to one of the Twins.

It takes a while to get through. Page, cell phone, whatever.

In the meantime, I peruse the message on the calling card: Identical Service. Twins Working Together.

You know, I don’t like it.

Still, business is business.

“Same bullshit, same lies,” my husband says getting off the phone.

Boy, is he ever in a bad mood!