It appears that we at a boy, a girl and a pug have horrible luck when it comes to having a home phone number. When we first moved into our house I debated on maybe just using our cell phones instead, but we decided to go ahead with it more for peace of mind incase boy's work couldn't reach him or a family member in an emergency. And so far I believe the only people that call us on this number are my parents, boy's parents and Barack Obama. And something tells me after November he will not be calling for anymore pre-recorded conversations.
We began with our first phone number and with in hours of plugging in the phone we realized that the previous phone number owners did not like to pay their bills. Now not only is it bad that we'd get calls consistently throughout the day but more so the fact that when they'd ask to speak to Mr. Marshall (the previous owner) and we'd reply you have the wrong number they'd get really ticked and reply "Yeah right!!". It was a no win situtation and after 9 months of unsuccessfully trying to convince collectors that I was not in fact Mrs. Marshall and if I an extra grand laying around I'd be sure to give it to them so they'd quit calling, I requested a new number.
And with that number came Judy. Oh sweet Judy. Judy is an elderly lady who is in a desperate attempt to talk with Lynn. I kid you not that we receive at least 8 calls a week that go something like this.
Me: No Judy it's me.
Judy: Oh no I've done it again.
And after wishing her well and reminding her to hit the 1 instead of the 8 I become very aware that we will repeat this same conversation shortly. It's sort of like the movie "Groundhog Day"...only worse.