R9! It was wyatt who called you! not my butt!

EdithBouvierBeale

and I bet you got a message full of caillou, because I was cleaning and listening to music in the kitchen while they watched stupid irritating caillou on the dvr.

I hate caillou, and I like you!

sorry about that!!

4Speedy

This just brought back the funniest memory for me, so I'll share a dumb story.  We were in St. Louis because my FIL was in the hospital.   We had left suddenly and I had projects for work I needed to email to my boss.  I was looking for a place that had a wireless connection for my laptop so I called the Panera Bread around 9:30 on Sunday night (10:30 our time).

Me:  Hi, do you have wireless internet.

Man:  Uh, yeah?!

Me:  Great, how late will you be there?  (Thinking it was close to closing)

Man:  Huh?

Me:  I need wireless internet, how late will you be there?

Man:  What?

Me:  Is this St. Louis Bread?  (Local name for Panera Bread Company)

Man: Huh?

Me:  You DO have wireless internet, right?  How late are you open?

Man:  Huh?

Me:  Never mind, I'll just come over right now.

I hung up and realized that I thought I had dialed the number for Panera on my DH's cell phone but I must have hit one of his memory buttons because I had actually dialed his boss at home on a Sunday night.  Once I realized who I had been talking to, it took every ounce of restraint I had not to call him back and ask him if he had Prince Albert in a can.  I think that would have been awesomely funny but I'm sure he already thought I was a whacko. 

The next morning, we were waiting to see FIL's doctor at the hospital.  The doctor was an hour late and we were all sitting around the hospital room.  It was VERY tense and perfectly silent because we were all wrapped up in our own thoughts.  (We were waiting to hear if FIL had a brain tumor).  All of a sudden, I remembered the call from the night before (DH had been asleep when it happened) and I started laughing uncontrollably--more from stress than anything else.  But I could.not.stop. Finally I managed to say, "DH, would this be a bad time to tell you I'm pretty sure I crank called your boss last night?"  DH and SIL looked at me like I had lost my mind because they had no idea what I was talking about.  But then they started laughing, too.  It was just the release we all needed and the three of us laughed so hard, we could barely stay seated in our chairs.  This was the scene the doctor finally walked into.  It took all of us 2-3 minutes to regain our composure enough to listen to the doctor.  I'm sure he thought we were imbeciles and wondered whether we were capable of helping FIL make medical decisions.

I'm sure DH's boss must have seen DH's cell number on the incoming call but he never said a word about it to my DH.