tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post114589720029201789..comments2024-02-10T01:32:22.643-06:00Comments on The Quick Gray Fox: Sunday ConfessionsPoppy B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532483657395207695noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1145995186529864502006-04-25T14:59:00.000-05:002006-04-25T14:59:00.000-05:00The thing that drives me BatShit about so many of ...The thing that drives me BatShit about so many of SAHM's that I know is that they Never. Shut. Up. They come out of their houses with gums flapping, talknonfuckingstop the entire time you're with them and then are still talking as a door closes, usually in their face. Who wants to hear that drivel? NOT ME. Give me a pregnant pause any old time of day. Or absolute silence. Love it. <BR/>Dh never calls. I never call him. We don't email much either. And he works 60-70 hours a week. <BR/>I don't have voicemail on our home phone. And I frequently don't answer it. I answer my cell phone if I want to talk to whomever is on the other end.<BR/>I wasn't always this particular about my time. Then one day I decided "I am not talking to that idiot today." And I realized I knew alot of idiots. In fact; most everyone is an idiot! At least some of the time. And if you answer the phone, they've got you - and if there's a problem, well then it's Your Problem because you know about it. So, don't answer the phone. No problem!<BR/><BR/>If one didn't achieve darn-near Rocket Science Smarts with middle age, getting older would totally suck.MsCellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05399187248681818440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1145933777176413532006-04-24T21:56:00.000-05:002006-04-24T21:56:00.000-05:00Hi! Whatcha doing? Grocery shopping, like I told y...Hi! Whatcha doing?<BR/><EM> Grocery shopping, like I told you twenty minutes ago. </EM><BR/>How are the kids?<BR/><EM> Living. Here, want to talk to them? </EM>Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17308665452575511461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1145929179638901842006-04-24T20:39:00.000-05:002006-04-24T20:39:00.000-05:00"A lot of SAHMs creep me out." Love it. And me t..."A lot of SAHMs creep me out." Love it. And me too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1145911748392963962006-04-24T15:49:00.000-05:002006-04-24T15:49:00.000-05:00Oh my God, I'm about to put a hit out on my husban...Oh my God, I'm about to put a hit out on my husband just so he'll stop calling me all the damn time. If I'm not home and he is, he calls me on my cell phone like every 15 minutes and/or whenever a thought -- any thought -- crosses his mind. If I'm home and he's out, he uses HIS cell phone to call me with the same frequency. And I have told him, many times, how much I HATE THAT. In fact, I have been known to let his calls go to voicemail if he calls me more than twice per outing.<BR/><BR/>(And you know, it might be flattering in a weird way if he was doing it to check up on me and make sure I'm not boning my kids' gym teacher or something, but no, he's just annoyingly chatty.)<BR/><BR/>If we ever get divorced, that will totally be why.Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08612452005428621885noreply@blogger.com