A glimpse a my crazy life

Monday evening the phone rings. Ron answers, it is a tele-marketer. They must have asked for the Mrs. because Ron started using a high pitched voice. He was pretending to be a woman. Complete with flipping his wrist in a funny feminine way. He kept saying things like "I agree" and "of course".

After he hung up we had a big laugh. It was after all quit comical.

Last night Ron was exhausted. He fell asleep early. About 7:45 the phone rings. Caller ID says "Concerned Women". I'm thinking another tele-marketer. So much for being on the "do not call" list. So I answer the phone. So the call goes something like this:

Caller: Mrs. Maroney

Me: Yes

Caller: This is (can't remember her name) from Concerned Women

Me: Yes

Caller: We are getting ready to send out the letters you agreed to hand deliver

Me: What! I've never talked to you. I never agreed to hand deliver any letters.

Caller: maybe it was your husband

Me: No! Nooooo (as I'm looking at Ron asleep on the bed thinking maybe you did)

Me: Don't send me anything. And take my name off your call list. CLICK.

About this time Ron rolls over and I say. What did you volunteer me for? You agreed for me to hand deliver letters. Well now I am smacking him with a pillow, and we are both laughing. Ron says, "at least I make you laugh."