I feel badly for Beth sometimes. She loooves to talk on the phone. Loves, loves, loves it. Me, I hate it. The only thing worse than having the phone ring is being on it already when another call beeps through on call-waiting. So I feel badly for her because our telephone conversations are, well, nothing to call home about.
Here's a transcript of one of our recent calls from my end:
Ring!
Hello? Hey.
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Yeah.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay
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No.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Yeah, I know.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Ha ha ha.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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All right, bye. Love y--
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay, I'll talk to y--
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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All right, by--
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Bye.
Hang up.
I honestly wonder sometimes why she married me ... and why she keeps calling.
Posted by Chuck at July 26, 2004 01:31 PMFour words to describe your perspective of our phone conversations:
Mission: Hang it up.
Posted by: his wife at July 26, 2004 01:36 PMThe really sad commentary here is that you called me about 30 seconds after you read this entry ... and you're calling me RIGHT NOW.
Posted by: Chuck at July 26, 2004 02:18 PMYou guys *do* know we can hear you, right?
Posted by: David at July 27, 2004 01:19 AMMan, those people who eavesdrop are nosey. Maybe we should talk quieter?
Posted by: his wife at July 27, 2004 11:06 AM