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What the hell, world?
It seemed like a grand idea to have a land line and two cell phones until two days ago.
Hubby and I actually have a couple of hours where we are ALONE and don't have to be anywhere. So, of course I rape him.
First was the home phone. Easy enough to ignore. It's not in the room with us, and we have call display, so i can get back to whomever is calling once were done. (god knows it won't take us all day). Then my cell rings. Also not in the room, but I start to think that maybe, if they're trying both lines, that it's important. (not as important as what is going on in my nether-regions, but still ...) After that, hubby's cell phone, which is ON THE PILLOW NEXT TO MY HEAD! Why? Why is it on the pillow, goddamnit??
so we stop and answer, and it's my son, at school, with a tummy ache. Why weren't we answering the phone? Where is mom? What are you guys doing? ;)
So yeah, we tell him I'll come and get him pretty soon.
Back to happy making AND THE CELL IN THE ROOM RINGS AGAIN. Right at my time of CRITICAL MASS. I kid you not. By the fifth ring, I'm done and laughing like a loon.
Note to self: TURN OFF RINGER. vibrator can stay ;)
And the next day? Just so happens that hubby and I have an hour with no work and no kids (happens every lunar eclipse), so we start to get down and dirty, and I'm like ... IS THAT A CAR IN OUR DRIVEWAY? (we live in the country and pretty much never get unexpected visitors).
Hubby: nah
Me: IS THAT SOMEONE COMING UP THE WALK?
Hubby: Nah.
Of course, the doorbell rings. *eyeroll*
*we both reluctantly get dressed*
Turns out it was some guy looking at buying a house down the road from us and just wanted to ask about the neighbourhood and stuff. I'm sure he wondered why it took us so long to answer the door! ;)
It seemed like a grand idea to have a land line and two cell phones until two days ago.
Hubby and I actually have a couple of hours where we are ALONE and don't have to be anywhere. So, of course I rape him.
First was the home phone. Easy enough to ignore. It's not in the room with us, and we have call display, so i can get back to whomever is calling once were done. (god knows it won't take us all day). Then my cell rings. Also not in the room, but I start to think that maybe, if they're trying both lines, that it's important. (not as important as what is going on in my nether-regions, but still ...) After that, hubby's cell phone, which is ON THE PILLOW NEXT TO MY HEAD! Why? Why is it on the pillow, goddamnit??
so we stop and answer, and it's my son, at school, with a tummy ache. Why weren't we answering the phone? Where is mom? What are you guys doing? ;)
So yeah, we tell him I'll come and get him pretty soon.
Back to happy making AND THE CELL IN THE ROOM RINGS AGAIN. Right at my time of CRITICAL MASS. I kid you not. By the fifth ring, I'm done and laughing like a loon.
Note to self: TURN OFF RINGER. vibrator can stay ;)
And the next day? Just so happens that hubby and I have an hour with no work and no kids (happens every lunar eclipse), so we start to get down and dirty, and I'm like ... IS THAT A CAR IN OUR DRIVEWAY? (we live in the country and pretty much never get unexpected visitors).
Hubby: nah
Me: IS THAT SOMEONE COMING UP THE WALK?
Hubby: Nah.
Of course, the doorbell rings. *eyeroll*
*we both reluctantly get dressed*
Turns out it was some guy looking at buying a house down the road from us and just wanted to ask about the neighbourhood and stuff. I'm sure he wondered why it took us so long to answer the door! ;)
