Why is it that the people I'd love to hear from, the people who couldn't possibly tell me too much about what's going on in their lives, the people I really enjoy talking to, the people I wish I could spend more time with, the people I would really like to have open up and share things with me... are NEVER EVER the same ones who phone me up out of the blue and assume I have an hour to listen to them blather?
I guess this post could have been a lot shorter. To wit: "Caller ID is your friend."
I guess this post could have been a lot shorter. To wit: "Caller ID is your friend."