The one time someone calls me...

So...funny story... Yesterday I wore a dress with tights to work. I haven't worn tights in I don't know how long, which made me feel like a giant two year old. That's not so funny, but this is...

During my lunch break I went home to eat and let my dogs out and what not. As I was getting ready to leave, my hands were full with my tray of plates and then I was trying to get my dogs into the kitchen. Since I didn't want to forget my cellular and because I didn't have pockets I (naturally) tucked it in between my dress and tank top in the chest area. The kicker is, I forgot it was there until I was in the middle of an appointment with a client and my tatas started ringing. Flustered, I plunged my hand into my bosom to retrieve my cell phone saying, "Well, this is embarrassing. I don't normally put it here."

Yeah...that was awkward.

P.S. I'd like to thank my mom for calling me.

To: Blog Community - From: Me - Re: Junk Faxes

There's nothing that gets my goat quite like junk faxes. Not only are they a waste of time, they're also a waste of paper as they'll no doubt end up in the trash...or hopefully the recycling bin.

This particular fax, however, cracked me right up for two reasons. First, how dumb does the sender think people are?! And two, there truly are dumb people out there who would fall for this silly fax pertaining to a male enhancer. Okay, so that's a third reason why it cracked me up... Male enhancer. (I'm mature.)

I guess I should learn to count because there are a couple more laughable details of this fax... I really love that the receiver of this is supposed to believe that it was accidentally sent to her or him. If a gentleman was to genuinely send such a fax, I'm thinking he would make damn sure to dial the right number.

But I think my favorite part about this junk fax is when "Len" writes to "Bret Z" saying, "Sorry, my cell battery went on me." Really Len? You're cellular died and so instead of picking up a land-line phone you wrote out this detailed fax for your pal Bret? I mean, if you could fax this message you certainly must have a good ol' fashioned phone you could use. Or what about email? I know when I send messages about male enhancers to my friends named Bret, I prefer to email them so as to avoid any potential hand cramps. But hey, that's just me...

Seriously.