Donna (via Skype): I have to go to this class about pain management during labour.
Me: Oh, like epidurals and stuff?
Donna: Yeah. I don’t really want to have an epidural, it sounds really bad.
Me: Well, everyone’s different hey, you just have to get what’s going to be best for you.
Donna: That’s right. And everyone has different pain thresholds anyway. Mine’s pretty strong. I’ll probably be ok.
Gavin (butting in, uninvited): Donna will want an epidural within five minutes of going into labour.
Donna: I don’t like your friends. They swear too much.
Gavin: Well your friends swear too!
Donna: No they don’t!
Gavin: What about Neen?
Donna: Neen doesn’t swear!
Gavin: What are you talking about? She swears ALL the time.
Donna: I’ve never heard it.
Me (via sms): Roslyn had her baby and she stole my name!
Donna (subject title of her email not more than five minutes later). Heretic! Sacrilege! And other grand betrayals.