Saturday, December 01, 2007

Going Blond

Maybe it's all the napless days I've had recently. Maybe it's the four Comanche Indian* children running around my house these past few days. (Continued two days later) Maybe it's just me, but I found the following a little amusing:

On Thursday I had the car since Dolly needed to go see the orthopedic surgeon again and get another x-ray. Since we were already going to be in the imaging department, I decided to get my chest x-ray done at the same time (updates later - promise!).

Anyway, as the day drew to a close, I started waiting for Sir's call. He usually calls me when he gets off work to let me know he's on his way home. That way if I need anything for supper he can pick it up and if he's running late, I won't have supper getting cold by the time he gets home. Usually this call happens between 5:30 and quarter to 6. But that particular day, when I glanced at the clock, it was nearly 6pm and Sir still hadn't called me.

So, I decided to call him - sometimes he won't call me if he thinks I might still be taking my afternoon nap. I grabbed the phone and dialed the cell phone. After two rings, the phone in the kitchen started ringing and I jumped up to answer it. Obviously Sir must be calling me on the cell phone because I was on the land line and it would be busy. As I neared the cell phone, I cancelled my call to Sir in order to answer the ringing cell. But just as I reached for the cell phone, it stopped ringing! Ten minutes later, Sir called me on our house phone from work to say he was about to leave for home.

Sometimes I wonder why I tell Sir about these sorts of things.. he found my story terribly amusing. They say people 'Go Grey'... but I think some 'Go Blond' first!

*The term my mom used to described her children when they were running wildly about accompanied with lots of noise.

5 comments:

  1. Hee hee =) Have fun in the snow today with all your little Indians!

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  2. have no fear! You have a gramma who loses her keys in the refidgerator.

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  3. Of course, keys in the fridge are in a relatively safe place...just relatively. I had one little girl (#4) who discovered she could open the refrigerator door by grabbing the handle and jumping. It had a handle lever, not unlike slot machines, so her little bit of weight pulled the handle to spring the door open. Who knows what goodies she consumed before I found her.

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  4. Funny! I once called my parents home instead of my home when trying to reach The Mr. All who were at my parents home at the time found it quite funny that I asked for The Mr. It was so embarrassing, and of course, The Mr. found it hilarious!

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  5. I'm glad I'm not the only one! Some days it seems like I'll be ready for the retirement home by 30 and I only have 1 and a half kids!! A mother's mind just has to much to keep track of. :0)

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