I just talked to Daphne, my 10-year-old daughter, and she immediately lit into me for not picking up the phone the last eighteen times she called us. Whoops. I did mention that Guy’s phone had international calling and that mine wouldn’t work here in Puerto Vallarta.
I told her a little sheepishly that we had turned off the phones and left them in the safe once we discovered we can could call home for free from the room. Must have forgotten to tell her. So, I promised I would check my email several times a day and call her after school if I could. (In all fairness, I had been calling before bedtime but she likes to check in several times a day and CLEARLY doesn’t have anything else going on.)
After we hung up, Guy found his phone, turned it on and said, “Holy shit she’s sent a million texts,” and handed me the phone. Dear Aunt Betty on horseback knitting an afghan.
Sun @ 5:16 p: Answer me!
Mon @ 5:46 p: Fine!
Tue @ 5:34 p: EVERY TIME I CALL I GET GUY’S WEIRD VOICE MAIL THING! TURN ON THE PHONE!
Tue @ 6:56 p: HEY EARTH TO PEOPLE OF MEXICO PICK UP THE PHONE! GUY’S VOICEMAIL IS GETTNG ON MY NERVE.
Tue @ 7:14p: ARGHHHH
Today 1:13p: PICKUP!!!!!!!!!!
Today @ 2:10p: CHECK UR PHONE
Today @ 3:02p: Seriously
Today @ 4:05p: I don’t need to know what your job is GUY I just need to know WHY AREN’T YOU PEOPLE PICKING UP!
Today @ 4:07p: I mean seriously the whole voicemail thing and Mytech or whatever pleaseeeeeee