We used to be so much moreadventurouswhen'er the phone would ring.Remember when there was nocaller I.D.and you were at the mercy of everycon artist and old girlfriendyou were trying to avoid?Before voice mailthere was no choice--you had to answer itand take your chances.
We don't need that levelof owning up--coming clean--anymore.Leave a messageif you've got nothing to say.Obla di, obla da, life goes on.I'd rather sit here in silencethe whole day longthan try to explain to you, my dear,why you've got the wrong number.
Published on January 08, 2016 13:00