The phone rang early this morning, I didn't answer it. Hubby took the message and when he told me who it was, I was like who, WTF? No, take a message, I'm **@@!! sleeping. I'm not in the best mood in the early morning as you can tell. Honestly, unless I'm going on a trip or I'm going to make $1200 that day, I don't want to hear from you unless it's bad news or incredibly good news.
Later I figure out it's the counsellor I talked to a couple of weeks ago and we had an appointment for 10am. I didn't forget, it's in my date book. She's calling from another province and obviously didn't comprehend my area code means I'm 3 hours behind her. Sigh. Rolling of the eyes. It's a common mistake with easterners. (I too believed that the whole world revolved around my city. Now that I'm safely ensconced behind the Rockies, I now only vaguely think about them.) My wacky uncle from England does it all the time but he's in his late 60s, but after the 10th time he did that at 5am, I just told him I'd call him later. I returned her call and left a message that we should just forget this counselling thing. Then of course, hubby wants to know who that was, I tell him and now he thinks there's something wrong with me and why didn't I tell him? Oh, brother. If he was privy to every thought in my head, he'd be sleeping with one eye open all the time!