Yes, yes it is. And I have taken great lengths to keep it that way. I was born with white hair...well, that's not true, I was born bald, black and blue...an ugly baby of sorts and now that I have two other siblings to compare to, I definitely win The Ugliest Baby contest. Anyways, as my age progressed, my color darkened to some awkward blondish-brownish-you-wouldn't-wash-your-dishes-in-it blonde. I haven't seen my natural hair color since I was 12. *Gasp!* I still see it when my hair grows out and I even had a doctor who had just looked from my lady bits, look up from down below and say "Oh wow, I really like how your hair is super light and blondish up top and then medium brownish and really dark at the bottom. Black almost. I just noticed it." Yep, that really happened.
For the past two days, I have been trying to call my husband. "Call him what?" Well, you're hilarious but I have been trying to reach him on his cell phone. Every time I dialed him, I would get the same message... "We're sorry, the subscriber you are trying to reach does not accept incoming calls." Today I was in dire need of getting a hold of him, I texted, I called..."We're sorry, the subscriber you are trying to reach does not accept incoming calls."
Seriously? So I alternated calling the home phone and his cell phone about 10 times.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring....hang up.
"We're sorry...."
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring...hang up.
"We're sorry..."
"Oh yeah you're sorry? You're gonna be sorry when I find out what's going on you little asshole of a recording, them is fighting words biatch. You're gonna be in pieces, I'm going to rip your SD card out so hard you're not going to know what day of the week it is biatch..."
So I text my girlfriend to call Zach to see if I'm the ONLY one with this problem....which I am.
Ring ring ring...."Hello?"
"Goddamnit Zachary Tri-Rob Riley if you don't get your phone fixed or unblock me, I'm going to lose my shit. I've been trying to get a hold of you all ghatdamn day and it keeps saying that stupid mother loving saying about how sorry they are that you don't accept incoming calls ghatdamnnit. I'm getting very angry."
"Baby, I can see that. Well, I have had two phone calls since I have been on the phone with you, they've both gone through...you're the only one who can't seem to get a hold of me."
So naturally, I tell him he needs to delve deeper into the situation and take it to be fixed.
You should probably sing this part ->"Do do do do dooo doing some work yeah, like working and making people drunk, yeah because it's my favorite yeaaaaah." (You know, to get the whole effect of me being at work)
Then Zach texts me and asks me to call his phone. I call it..."We're sorry..." ASL:JDFGJKWGEL:JSFWER#@$^$#%!!!! - Hang up and noticed something peculiar about the last four digits of his number.
That's when I realized....I've been dialing his number from the states. Somehow the numbers got switched around (probably being in my purse because Lord knows I have purse dialed many a person).
Call Zach. "Hooray, babe! I'm at the phone place right now, did we fix it?"
"More like I'm an idiot...I may or may not have been dialing a number that is no longer in service since we got here that is of the Texas nature...may or may not....maaaaayyyyy or may not."
"Seriously? I'm standing here at the phone place asking them to fix it because you can't control your own phone?"
"It's not my fault." - Which is basically my favorite thing to say when I know it's my fault because it makes me sound good.
Sometimes I wonder why he married me. And then I remember it's because of moments like this, I try to keep things interesting around here and I think I do a pretty damn good job of it.
Xoxo
Riley Writes
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