October 18, 2007
Last night, while I was in the midst of cooking dinner and my youngest was in the midst of an F3 meltdown, the phone rang. We sacrificed CallerID to save some money, so I never know who’s calling. Therefore, I always answer, just in case it’s important. It was Sally, from the Kentucky Republican party, wanting to know if she could count on my vote. I assured her that she could count on me VOTING, but not to count on me voting specifically for the Republican party. I then thanked her, and hung up before she got a word in, although I could tell she really wanted to.
Seconds later the phone rang again. “Damnit Sally”, I thought, “could you not hear that I had a screaming child, I’m not most certainly NOT voting Republican now, not that I ever would anyway.” I picked up the phone and was greeted by silence. I told myself, “Sally must’ve mis-dialed”. Minutes later, it happened again, then again. I was really getting frustrated.
Then, I saw my oldest, with a smirk on his face, and my cell phone in his hand. I took it from him, and my suspicions were confirmed. He had been the crank yanker. That’s what I get for teaching him our phone number.