Stop. Calling. Me.

The man calls me six times a day.

Six times.

He tells me things that I already know each time.

I'm writing. I'm looking for a job. I have to get ready for an interview. I need to square stuff away for school.

I don't even like you right now. STOP. CALLING.

Don't quote me.

Victor calls me only 3X a day.
But then, if we sit down to eat dinner, we have nothing to talk about.
Last night he actually sadi 'How was your day', and it was so sweet, because I have been hassling him for not caring, but I just had to laugh in his face instead.

Yeah, mine comes home when I'm in full on write mode and talks. And talks. And then, still don't quote me, Princess cries when I tell him to shut up. Because I've reached the point where I just flat out say shut up. Alright, he doesn't cry, but he gets soooooo pissy. Like PMS pissy.

the bomb almost never calls me. closer to the never than to the almost.

but I don't call him either.

we email.

He tells me:

where he is
what's going on with our investments
where he's going
then where he is

BM calls me 1x on his way home

Or if he's trying to show off like today, he'll call me while he's on the bridge. And say things like, 'Me, nothing, just hanging iron'

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Posted by chikita315

And say things like, 'Me, nothing, just hanging iron'

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that is fun and funny



I AIM with Vic in the day. Occasionally.

Then I get a text around 6 that tells me what time to pick him up from the train station. And that is about it. We are big on the texting.

We never call each other.

DH never calls me. So I am very jealous. Actually once in a long while he will call to see if I am leaving on time.

I think him calling more will happen around the same time as flowers for a non-occasion. IE - I better keep dreaming

Rob can't call me from his job. He doesn't have a cell phone and he is one of those hot, sweaty work outside laborery type electrician dudes. Which is totally why I married him.

He rarely calls me from home - unless he thinks of something incredibly stupid, useless and annoying to say.

He once called me at work to tell me that he thinks there is irony in the fact that jell-o is made from bones, but has no bones.

I take this as a sign that he loves me. And then I hang up.

5:30AM phone call
Me: babe, it is time to get up
Him: hfeuhfjdsnfjsnfjkd i hate you screw you go to hell.
Me: ok just wake up



11PM phone call
Him: I just left work
Me: ok see you in a few


RARE middle of the day call
Him: babe, Brutus has diarrhea
Me: thanks
Him: no seriously what do i do WHAT DID YOU FEED HIM
Me: you gave him hot and spicy sausages yesterday
Him: oh, make him rice and i am bringing him to your house bc i dont want to clean up anymore
Me: thanks babe