this just in...

I've been waiting on a pretty important call for the last 2 hours and of course the phone rings while I'm "indisposed" (leftovers from last night) and it's the ONE time I didn't bring the phone into the bathroom with me. I rush outta the bathroom, pants not quite pulled all the way up so I'm only able to shimmy a few inches at a time and then have to hop over Wrigs (who's sprawled out in the hallway) and trip, my face only a few inches from the ground. I grab the phone in its 6th or 7th ring and the caller ID shows "Nordstrom" so it's only Tom (though still important) but not the phonecall I risked my life to answer. I was a little worked up so I instantly start spewing without even saying hello...

"Oh my GOD! I f*cking rush to the phone in mid-dump pants around the ankles and it's YOU!?!"

There is complete silence on the line.

Then I say calmly, as my heart has now stopped, "Hello?"

"Hi...my name is Leah, I'm calling from Philosophy at Nordstrom. May I speak with Laura?"

F*CK!!!!!!

I should have just said, "Sorry, wrong number" or started to speak in a foreign tongue but the blood started rushing out of my head so fast, I just said, "This is her."

What a f*cking mortifying lesson to learn. I will NEVER do this again. I will always say hello first.

She informed me about an event in May that I had expressed an interest in attending and was very sweet and polite. When we were about to hang up I told her that I thought it was my husband (who also works for Nordstrom) and we like to play these silly jokes when we call each other.

Even if that was the case, we still sound like a bunch of sick perverts. 

And didn't I just say in my last post that I'm going to try and be more feminine??? I'm off to a great start.