Friday, July 29, 2011

no sir, i'm not 8

my night was a version of this. i know, it's a freakin' sa-weet friday.
except this time, the highlight was a phone call from a man trying to sell new siding for my home.
it went a little something like this:

me: hello?

random man:  hello there! how are you doing this evening?

me: i'm fine, thanks.

random man: i'm calling from *&^(@# company.  is your mom home?

(insert awkward pause)

me: um, i own this home.

yes, thanks for asking.  i do hate life. 

what in the hell?

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