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captainsblogRather, with my relatives who use cell phones which are on my account and therefore display MY name, not theirs, on the caller ID.
Call the First, 7-something this morning:
Emily: Hi! I need pants!
Me: Humglmpf.... you WHA?
Em: I sit outside waiting for the bus. They're soaked through.
Me: (starting to regain consciousness) Where ARE you?
Her: I'm on the bus. Don't worry- you can just drop them off to me.
Me: (now more conscious than she is) Drop them off WHERE? The main office? The locker room?
Her: Just call me when you get there. (PS: I've been told dozens of times NOT to call her at school because they make them turn them off on school grounds.)
Click.
Seconds later, Call the Second from Me The Third:
Emily: Forget about it, Dad, someone else has pants.
Me: (under my breath) WHY DOES SOMEONE ELSE HAVE EXTRA PANTS?
Click. Fall back down.
Even better, though, was the call I just got from me, um, Eleanor, who I'd asked to call from the OB-GYN after discussing her test results from two weeks ago- the ones which got me all panicked at the end of last week when they just left a message to call about them:
Eleanor: (in a happy voice) Normal!
Me: I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name.
Barum bum.
Call the First, 7-something this morning:
Emily: Hi! I need pants!
Me: Humglmpf.... you WHA?
Em: I sit outside waiting for the bus. They're soaked through.
Me: (starting to regain consciousness) Where ARE you?
Her: I'm on the bus. Don't worry- you can just drop them off to me.
Me: (now more conscious than she is) Drop them off WHERE? The main office? The locker room?
Her: Just call me when you get there. (PS: I've been told dozens of times NOT to call her at school because they make them turn them off on school grounds.)
Click.
Seconds later, Call the Second from Me The Third:
Emily: Forget about it, Dad, someone else has pants.
Me: (under my breath) WHY DOES SOMEONE ELSE HAVE EXTRA PANTS?
Click. Fall back down.
Even better, though, was the call I just got from me, um, Eleanor, who I'd asked to call from the OB-GYN after discussing her test results from two weeks ago- the ones which got me all panicked at the end of last week when they just left a message to call about them:
Eleanor: (in a happy voice) Normal!
Me: I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name.
Barum bum.
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Date: 2009-02-12 05:11 pm (UTC)Me: I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name.
Fair warning: I'm stealing that line the first chance I get!
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Date: 2009-02-12 05:52 pm (UTC)I had a few chuckles at this one!
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Date: 2009-02-12 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 03:22 am (UTC)