clay's phone has been ringing all night. it's pretty funny, because the phone # for Dallas Cowboys season tickets is only one number off from his cell phone. I'm not kidding. He's fielded at least 12 calls tonight alone. And I'm not judging, Cowboy fans, but every caller has sounded much like this: "Uh, yeah (add strong Texas twang here) Ah was callin' 'bout thu Cowboy tickets." (or so I've been told.) Clay has strong suspicion that none of these callers could actually afford the tickets, so maybe it's a good thing they're writing down that tricky number wrong. We're wishing we had a credit card machine right about now. Or I wonder if we could talk people into using our paypal account??? (note: these evil thoughts were put into my head by my minister-husband. tsk.)
i must make some life changes. it's time. i am now ready to admit that i cannot drink Coca-Cola (regular variety), eat chicken biscuits, and Oreos willy nilly. Also, I'm going to have to go to bed before 11:30 in the p.m. The first week of school is kicking my posterior. And what's up with starting, then having a holiday the very next week? Just when we're starting to get used to the early mornings, we'll undoubtedly succomb to the temptation of sleeping in (in honor of Labor Day, of course), and then the whole sick cycle will start again. For the love of Pete (i don't actually KNOW Pete...)
Welcome, CJS to the blog...maybe you could show TC proper commenting etiquette! :-)
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OUCH!!
How's that?
TC
When we lived in Huntsville, our # was one off from Meals on Wheels. We would have messages on our machine from sweet little old ladies wondering where their lunch was.
we get calls for dominos pizza occasionally. i usually just tell them what the correct number is.
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