Dear Cincinnati Bell,
Normally we text each other but for some reason I decided to call my husband today to discuss dinner since I was very late leaving work. Imagine my surprise when I called home and got voice mail.
Being that I never recorded an answering machine greeting, it's a strange male-like voice that should have answered. Once I received a female greeting, I knew something was up. I've never used your voice mail service, and honestly have no idea how to even retrieve messages from it.
I suppose I should call you and complain about my phone being out, since I am paying you fuckers after all. It has been strangely peaceful the last few evenings, with no one calling me to ask for money that I don't have to give. Maybe I don't need a land line after all, thanks for the great service!
Coming in for a landing. (aka They don't pay movers enough money...) - For the 5thtime in 8 years I have packed up all of my worldly possessions and moved. If you add into THAT the FOUR times I have moved my *entire classroom...
2 days ago