Awwww. It's the end of Ninja Appreciation Week already? And I was just starting to have fun.
This whole thing makes me think of one of my favorite ninja stories. Slayer, fabulous hubby of mine, is a ninja. And one day, he had all of his ninjish students over to make these cool things called mitsubishi.
I'm not talking cars here, people. You could write what I know about cars on a postage stamp and have space left over. No, mitsubishi are really cool ninja things. You take eggs and blow all the goop out, and then you fill the shells with flour (if you're nice) or metal shavings (if you're not). Then, when you're in the middle of a fight, you can break them on people's faces.
Which is pretty much the ninja idea of fun right there.
So Slayer and his ninjish students were at our apartment blowing eggs when the phone rang. And when I picked it up, a guy said, "Hello, Carrie. It's Antonio Banderas."
Because of course hot Spaniards call me all the time. They can resist my snarfishness.
I figured it was one of my friends, because that's the kind of thing my friends would do. So I answered in an equally exaggerated Spanish accent: "Hello, Antonio. I've missed you so much." And we started this silly, playful conversation. The whole time I'm trying to figure out who the heck it is. I'm guessing, and he's laughing harder and harder.
And that's when I realized that I don't know him.
He wouldn't get off the phone. I told him that I have a boyfriend and was not interested in a relationship with a semi-stalker semi-Banderas. He didn't care. So I hung up the phone. And then I spit at it. OOOooooo. I'm so tough.
He called again. Twice in a row, even, because I am that irresistible. So I took the ringing phone out to the living room full of ninjas and explained to them what was happening. Slayer took the phone and into the other room to let Antonio know in no uncertain terms that I was his ninja babe. And that's when the ninjish students stood up, eggs in hand, and offered to protect me.
I would have liked to see Antonio Banderas get the crap egged out of him by a bunch of ninjas. I would pay good money to see that.
He never called again, though.