March 20, 2006

• Oh my.    On days when I'm sleep-deprived and overdosed on coffee, I tend to become a little slap-happy and downright silly.

  
  

  Some guy named Denny learned that today.

  
  

  When he mis-dialed a phone number and reached my cell phone instead.  

  
  

  Apparently he was calling a woman (his wife) and didn't quite make the connection that my voice doesn't belong to her.

  
  

  He didn't identify himself, just started in asking "what are you doing?", then saying that he was still in bed (I'm assuming he works nights), had just awakened, and was calling to see if the woman would come home and join him.    I'm assuming for ~~lunch~~

  
  

  Poor guy.   I think he will never dial the phone again without being absolutely sure just what numbers his fingers are pressing.   He never expected to reach someone like me on a silly, sleep-deprived, smart-aleck kinda day.

  
  

  Hubby and I are still laughing and giggling.

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