tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395716.post113332844553891959..comments2023-10-31T17:20:53.729+01:00Comments on Diary of a laidback Rebel: Yikes! There Goes The Phone!!umahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04033640808292108346noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395716.post-1133409177391049982005-12-01T04:52:00.000+01:002005-12-01T04:52:00.000+01:00Stardust, your comment really made me laugh. Sound...Stardust, your comment really made me laugh. Sounds so much like me!umahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04033640808292108346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395716.post-1133364065145005122005-11-30T16:21:00.000+01:002005-11-30T16:21:00.000+01:00I too do not like the telephone. When I was younge...I too do not like the telephone. When I was younger I could talk and talk, especially to my sister, and our husbands used to tell us we could drive to one house or the other and visit IN PERSON for the amount of time we spent yaking it up on the phone. It was long distance (she lives in Indiana but only a half hour away but it's a different state, so long distance charges apply) and we always ran our bills way over budget. Now that we have cell phones with the "in-calling" plan and no extra charges to deal with, we both don't like phones anymore and we both have leftover minutes at the end of the month. How ironic is that! <BR/><BR/>My daughter and sons ask me if I don't want to talk to them when they call because I sound "preoccupied" and I usually AM preoccupied. Last time I talked with my daughter she said "do I hear you typing something?" I said.."oh...umm...well...yes..sorry"<BR/>Then she was ticked at me. She asked why I just don't answer the phone then...and I thought to myself, "why don't I use that handy little "silence" button???"Stardusthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10560872454564355114noreply@blogger.com