When Will You Learn Your Lesson With the Phone Old Lady?

{The picture above is there because I want a hug like that.  I have been relatively hugless lately and am missing contact}

I am involved in a highly classified experiment.  It involves putting on the Big Bang Theory, attempting to write while one and half ears are perked for the punchlines....BUT, Comcast is having interruptions in service, resulting in the sound blipping out every 15 seconds or so.  If I get through the full half hour (including commercials) I'm told that the brain capacity that I had in Spring of 2009 will be fully restored.  

My horrible black hole habit of playing Farmville is strong-arming my concentration and time as I try to write this blog tonight. AND to make things worse...I am quite hungry.  Sure there are roasted beets that I made yesterday, and sweet potato fries that I made tonight (and got the Teen's major seal of approval - always like winning a date with Johnny Depp through a one way mirror!).  But you know, there isn't anything EASY to eat.  Ok, not true again.  I forgot there are black beans.  I'll sneak up on them later and woo them into my mouth. 

My trunk is still not fixed from the other day.  Mostly because when I walk away from my car, I no longer think about it.  It's when I step outside and see the car I make the "Oh, that's right!" face.  I thought I was so smart when I left work today and tied it once again with the same shoelace that tied it and broke the other day.  This time I thought I'd tie it to the license plate frame! Yes!  I got it this time!  No embarrassing ride home with someone coming up along side of me to play charades about my open trunk!  I think I even had a little strut in my step....yeeeeaahhhh....!  A GIRL figures out how to deal with a car issue!  Temporary, I know, but still.  A carefree ride home. Almost good enough to drive with my eyes closed.  

Well within a mere 120 seconds, I heard the shattering sound of my ego being crushed under my tires as I looked into the rearview mirror.  The damn trunk lid was laughing, swinging up and down like an idiot.  With each ascension, the "AH" and the jolting bounce of "HA!"!  And then the inevitable vision of someone catching up to me...someone who may feel the need to pull up along side me and let me know by hand signals and exaggerated mouth expressions that indeed, my trunk is flapping open and closed.  All the way home for a 30 minute drive.

Hey who remembers this game?  When was the last time you took the phone off the hook!?  We have all kinds of maneuvers now  where this action is no longer needed.  But I am maneuver-less today.  I have a cordless phone that rings almost as many decibels as the train that goes by here.  Or it sounds that way when the child is sleeping.   FLIP called.  I picked up.  Mostly so that he can't etch one more tally on his scorecard by saying that he called and I ignored him.  He says hello rather sternly and then launches into a diatribe.  We don't see eye to eye, and we won't.  He claims that I have been the disrespectful one, setting up double standards, etc.  I say that we've had this argument for 3 weeks now via email and I'm not elevating it to the phone.  Once he gets going, the words come faster and the pitch gets higher.  So as he gave me an infraction for not picking up the phone three weeks ago because I was 'afraid he would yell' I answered him by letting him know how it sounds andthenItalkedlikethisreallysuperfastandmyvoicestartstogoup and wouldn't you know...he didn't like that sound either. He hung up on me.  And so I called him back.  Which I never do.  Just to say, Point Made?  But he started yelling at me.  So the phone went off the hook.  Only I think these dastardly contraptions hang themselves back up after awhile.  

Well. Time to refill the beer mug and stalk some beans.  (Unlike Jack).