persephone33

I've wondered about the strange phone calls we've been receiving lately.

I'm totally a call screener. I loathe talking on the phone normally, so I don't answer unless I really want to talk to you, or in the case of my husband, who won't be put off by not getting me on the phone; he'll just call my cell and then badger me with emails until I respond.

Love you, husband. Mean it.

Anyhow, now it all makes sense. A bail bondsman evidently is listed somewhere (newspaper? Phone book? I forgot to ask) with our home phone number. I just got a call from a very nice woman who told me that the problem is being fixed.

It makes this exchange not so weird:

(Phone rings, I uncharacteristically answer)

Me. Hello?

Caller. Yeah, I wondered how much you'd give me for my 1994 [model of] boat.

Me. Excuse me?

Caller. Do you take boats as collateral?

Me. What? I think you have the wrong number.

Caller. (swears and hangs up)

Just so you all know, I will not be coerced by any four letter words into buying any of your boats, cars, houses, etc. or loaning out any money for you or your loved ones to get out of jail. Call me selfish, but it's just not happening.

Or maybe I should just start a new career? Thoughts?

So. Easter is coming up.

The good news? Lent will be over, and we can all eat the Cadbury Eggs and Reeses Peanut Butter Cup eggs and malted milk ball eggs that will be in our Easter baskets. And we can celebrate Jesus' ressurrection.

*waves to Jesus* Thanks!

The bad news?


PEEPS!!!

In my experience, you either love these things, or the mere thought of these sugar encrusted marshmallow farm friends is enough to send you into a diabetic coma.

So which are you?

[Poll #1371435]

Oh, heh. Not to give away my position, but I found 100 ways to kill a PEEP.

And FYI? You run a BIG risk on an unfiltered computer when you do a google image search for peeps. That's all I'm sayin'. *covers eyes*

I'd forgotten how much I love shopping for props.

The look on the lady's face was priceless.  I'm at a thrift store, a kind of nice one, actually, looking for items that we need for The Lonesome West.  I'd been looking around for a while, and  a clerk came over to me and asked, "Are you looking for anything specific?"

I smiled and answered, "Yeah.  A crock pot, a shotgun and a crucifix."

To be honest, I knew I wasn't going to get a shotgun at a thrift store, but it was too, too funny.

I'm easily amused, I guess.

On a completely separate note, I know everyone is completely covered up with contests and exchanges, but I have some story ideas I'd like to bounce off of someone... as well as have them run a beta-eye over them.  My primary beta has so much of my stuff that I think it's choking her, and I haven't been able to post anything in a while because she's so busy.  It wouldn't be anything long term, like a two year long chaptered fic, just a couple of one, maybe two-shots.  Anyone up to being a part-time beta to a properly appreciative author?

Incidentally, I found the crock pot at that thrift store.  The lady was all too happy to sell it to me and get me the heck out of her store.  I'm pretty sure she thought I was a deranged, sacreligious girl who liked to slow-cook things in her spare time.  =D

Perhaps I am!  *insert icon sound*