As I’ve said earlier, Beth loves to talk on the phone, and she calls me about 37 times a day so she can do it. Me, I love getting off the phone, so I guess I should look at it as her giving me 37 opportunities a day to do something I love, too. (Thanks, honey!)

But with all these phone calls I don’t really want to be on, I really need some way to entertain myself. (And, no, talking on the phone is not entertainment. At least not to me.) So I’ve come up with my own fun:

Beth and I will be talking about … well, most of the time nothing, and I’ll suddenly say “Hang on a second” as though something just distracted me. Beth, being ever-polite and a master of telephone etiquette, will agreeably hang on … and on … and on … and on. While I just sit there giggling silently until she figures out that I’m just fucking with her.

That’s some funny shit, boy. It almost makes answering the phone worthwhile.