All this electronic stuff makes me nutty. What about reading? What about playing a game? What about doing a puzzle? Their response is Boring. Boring. Boring. I'm a firm believer that there's nothing wrong with being bored. It fosters creativity, right? Absolutely. But, I may be driven crazy first.
So my dear sister-in-law saved the day. She lives right next door and she has the day off work. Just after I got the little two down for a nap, I was carrying laundry downstairs and trying to decide what quiet activity I could help get my oldest two interested in. And my sister-in-law had just come in my side door. Could she take the big two with her to run to the music store? "YES!" I didn't need to think twice.
Now, I've got a quiet house and a gazillion things that I should be getting done, but I just had to drop by here first. Writing on my blog and reading your blogs helps me to maintain my sanity. Really. There's value in that, right?
I really can't stay on here long. But, before I go I thought I'd share a story of something that happened to me last night. A story that gives further proof that I'm such a goof sometimes.
The phone rang after dinner. It was some weird, out of area number with a 911 area code. Usually, I don't bother picking up if I think it might be a telemarketer or I don't recognize the number. But, for some reason I picked up last night.
When I answered I heard what sounded like a pre-recorded message in a foreign language. Russian? German? Slavic? I'm not sure. I found it to be so odd that I was curious what would happen if I called the number back.
I hit redial. Apparently in the redialing process the phone didn't go any further than the first three numbers...911. Because the next thing I heard was "________ County 911. What's your emergency?"
image found hereHere's the goofball part. I was so taken aback and flustered when this happened that I stammered and stuttered over my words and was completely unable to form a coherent sentence. I think I said, "I'm sorry. I got the wrong address." And, then I hung up!
I told my husband what happened and he was like, 'You just hung up?!' Apparently I should have waited for their response. Fortunately no emergency vehicles showed up last night. And, 911 didn't call us back to yell at us. And, I'm hoping we don't get a fine or a citation in the mail.
But, now I'm sure they have a special notation for our number....'the house of the cuckoo lady.'