The other day I got a phone call at 8am. Who could possibly be calling that early??
My mom?
My husband?
Erin?
I had the shower running, 10 minutes for a Handy Manny episode for Monkey, and Bogie just about to awaken from his morning nap. Agh~!
And from the other end I hear, "Hello, this is Omaha Steaks calling..."
And I very quickly said, "Umm, no thank you we are not interested."
CLICK.
Again, agh!!! Those telemarketers!! Calling at 8 0'clock in the morning???
A few days later we are heading out to go look at Christmas lights and lo and behold there is this HUGE box on our porch. From whom you might ask?
Omaha Steaks, of course.
Mr. Dunbar's grandparent's ordered us this deluxe package for Christmas.
I had stuffed crab and a double-baked potato for dinner last night. Don't mind those 70's-ish looking vegetables, they were supposed to be for a different dinner, but I had to throw something on the plate to make my meal look complete.
Sometimes you should really let those telemarketers talk...
1 week ago
2 comments:
Isn't it nice to know that you have friends who not only call you at 8 in the morning but whom you can also call at 8 in the morning! Its not like your sleeping!!!! E
Sometimes those early morning calls can become your most treasured memories. I use to call my DAD at 4:00 in the morning while I was on my way to work. He would say "Hello, I would say, "DAD" and then he would respond with "Como esta Mi Rena?" (means How's my princess). I would give anything to hear him say those words to me again. . .
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