I Crack Myself Up!

It was time to head to the hairdresser's today to get these four shaggy kids a nice haircut. Love hair cut day!

I was going to try and shovel the walk so the kids wouldn't have to slog through 6 inches or more of snow that had fallen over night, but I couldn't find the shovel.

I had visions of the shovel having been knocked over and the wind drifting tons of snow over top, so I aimed to call Dan and ask him where he had put the shovel down. I wanted to save time.

So, I grabbed my cell phone and hit send to search for the last time I called him. Up until today (or at least recently), my phone had only been programmed with Dan's cell phone number not our home number (this is important eventually). So, I called Dan and our land line rang. I ran up the stairs and decided to hang up on Dan and answer the land line. Only a dial tone. How rude I thought. I dialed again. Again, my land line rings and I hang up on Dan and pick it up only to get a dial tone.

I repeated this four times before realizing that there was a house icon next to the number for Dan that I was dialing. Who put that there?

Summary: I dialed my home phone and hung up on myself four times before I figured out what was going on.

That gave Dan his laugh for the day and the shovel? That was on the back porch where the kids were trying to remove two feet of snow yesterday afternoon. Duh.