my love hate relationship with the telephone has been well documented. mine doesn’t ring too often, and when it does i’m startled. i’m not good on the phone. i hate calling people because i worry about intruding. however, i love when people call me.

that being said the phone played a vital role in my day.

today i got an unexpected call from someone who made me grin all sorts of doofy all day.

today i made a call i was dreading and left a message. which is good, because i’m not so good with the answering machines.

today i called sister #2 and learned her boobies were lumpy but ok.

i got a call that exhilirated me.

i made a call that made me feel warm, happy and content.

the phone, it’s not just for ordering dinner.