Do not call me. Please, don’t even bother. Phones are an intrusion. I have to atleast have some concern for the phone as I get few calls really. So now you have to stop, and by the time I’m over there they’ve hung up or they’re leaving a message. Oh, because you know darn well that the only time it actually does ring I’m right in the middle of something – like eating. I don’t care who it is if I’m eating, and I don’t care when I’m eating either – I will not answer the phone.
I did change the ring to a little tune though last year. So now I can dance around the room to the phone ringing, if I choose to. And I have so chosen to, on a number of occasions. I have a little song I sing too….goes something like “go F yourself, go F yourself” and then repeat again and again, whilst doing a sort of polka like jig. I save the song and dance mostly for the ones I KNOW are creditors of some sort for either Tim or myself. So that’s always a bit of fun.
Otherwise though, it’s a ruddy nuisance and I’m seriously considering not getting one at all…just get a tablet or something and skype everyone. Anyone who wants to call can email…even my Dad can do that menial computer task now. He hates phones more than I do.
I must give myself a pat on the back for my graphic; rather pleased with how it turned out – very happenstance. I took a picture of the rotten thing and than just morphed and changed it until I got an image I liked. The bullet to the phone image just sort of emerged as I was fiddling in Picasa.
Lovely way to waste an hour, thank you Daily Prompt. Better than cleaning mold off antique frames of ancestors I found in the basement. Nice. I didn’t even know they were there…I’m probably going to come down with some lung infection now. Used bleach to kill the spores and wore a mask, but who knows.
AH…but the ruddy phone didn’t ring…so that’s a blessing.