Do you remember when you couldn’t #BUTTDIAL unless you meant to???
My phone rang the other day…I answered it and my husband said, “what’s up?”
I said…”nothing” ….but thinking he was interested in chatting in the middle of a workday I struggled to think of something interesting to say…”Dennis is mowing the BLVD for the Holiday!!!!”
Husband: “Dennis is always mowing…you called to tell me that???”
Me; “NOOOOO”
Husband: …. “OK then what’s up?”
Feeling stressed me: “really nothing…:-( ”
Husband: …”then what did you want?”
It’s kind of a blurr after that but I don’t think I cooked dinner or had to talk to anyone the rest of the day..and I still don’t know what caused the mutual “cell” connection…and YES…..there was a time when I would have thought it was a sign we were meant “TO BE”….NOW I am asking better questions…IT IS good to get OLD. 🙂 but bring back the rotary dial.
Hilarious and so true….
I have more “butt dials” per cheek than any other family member to date: But VM recordings of others have been adequate leverage.