It was quite a twist to my day.
I got home and found a million messages on my phone because I left it on the charger when I went to the gym. Apparently, Ron had been trying to find me and ended up speaking to my parents. He left his work and cell number, so I called and had a plesant chat. I asked how he ended up talking to my parents and he said that he had his investigative department track me down. Once he had a list of numbers he just started calling them all.
“When I am trying to track something down I am pretty determined.”
(Note to self: Never piss off a tabloid. They will find you.)
I’ll let you know what develops. Right now I have to go make dinner and chuckle at the weirdness that is my life.