Angela Verdenius's Blog - Posts Tagged "me-and-the-cat"
Phone is On - ARGH!!!!
So the internet is working, the phone is working, all is right with the world.
Or is it?
NO! The PHONE is working! I swear this is true - within two hours of the phone connecting, we had five phone calls. Drove me insane! I mean, I relished the peace of no phone ringing. I did. I really did! *sniffle* Now it rings and disturbs my solitary peace!!!!! I had no idea how precious it was until the freaking phone was reconnected!
There I was, snuggly-wuggly knitted rug over my cold little knees, Diet Coke on the coffee table, flopped back on the sofa watching a movie, when the peace and tranquility was SHATTERED by the freaking phone! I refused to answer it, burrowed deeper into my cardigan and told Mum I wasn't home.
Yes, I lied. Okay? I LIED! And I ADMIT it!
I sound like a spoiled brat, I know, but when you've spent all week racing around at work, you're mentally exhausted, you have a horror movie just starting, you're so comfortable and warm with a drinkie-pooh at hand and one of the cats snugged up in your lap, and you're all cosy and contented and drifting in a haze of relief and, well, contentedness, and the PHONE FREAKING STARTS RINGING - I tell you, I just wanted to yank the line out of the modem.
I actually suggested it, but got THE LOOK ( the one that only mothers can give), from my Mum, so there went that idea. But at least she met me halfway by taking messages!!
The horror movie wasn't half bad, the drinkie-pooh was great, and me and Lily were all snuggly-wuggly under the rug. Ah bliss!
See, I'm actually really easy to please...just cut the phone cord.
Or is it?
NO! The PHONE is working! I swear this is true - within two hours of the phone connecting, we had five phone calls. Drove me insane! I mean, I relished the peace of no phone ringing. I did. I really did! *sniffle* Now it rings and disturbs my solitary peace!!!!! I had no idea how precious it was until the freaking phone was reconnected!
There I was, snuggly-wuggly knitted rug over my cold little knees, Diet Coke on the coffee table, flopped back on the sofa watching a movie, when the peace and tranquility was SHATTERED by the freaking phone! I refused to answer it, burrowed deeper into my cardigan and told Mum I wasn't home.
Yes, I lied. Okay? I LIED! And I ADMIT it!
I sound like a spoiled brat, I know, but when you've spent all week racing around at work, you're mentally exhausted, you have a horror movie just starting, you're so comfortable and warm with a drinkie-pooh at hand and one of the cats snugged up in your lap, and you're all cosy and contented and drifting in a haze of relief and, well, contentedness, and the PHONE FREAKING STARTS RINGING - I tell you, I just wanted to yank the line out of the modem.
I actually suggested it, but got THE LOOK ( the one that only mothers can give), from my Mum, so there went that idea. But at least she met me halfway by taking messages!!
The horror movie wasn't half bad, the drinkie-pooh was great, and me and Lily were all snuggly-wuggly under the rug. Ah bliss!
See, I'm actually really easy to please...just cut the phone cord.
