We have a house phone, which I hate. I use my cell phone 100% of the time. The only time the house phone really rings is when it is a telemarketer, so we let Eddie play with the house phone. Because, lets admit it...there is nothing more satisfying than having a toddler scream into the ear of someone trying to sell you a newspaper. This morning, when the house phone rang once during Eddie's nap, I picked up polietly and no one was there. Good thing they didn't wake up the baby. Then, another one. Lots of cursing, but still no baby waking up, thank God! Did I mention that the screen on this phone no longer works? I suppose that will happen when you have someone banging it against the wall multiple times a day. So, I never know who is calling. I got a little caught up in the telemarketer hate, and when the phone rang the third time during Eddie's nap, I went a little crazy. I picked up all "HELLOOOOOOO?!?!" with the bitchiest voice I could come up with. And then.....a meek little voice says "maggie?" {{{{oh fuck.}}}}.
So, moral of the story is don't being a raging bitch when you pick up the phone, because it could be your sweet little cousin-in-law asking for some help. And then you feel like an ass. Sorry Colleen!!
-maggie
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