My Phone Number

Well, of course I'm not giving out my phone number.

I'm the girl who doesn't like you to comment on her grocery purchases.

THAT'S A LOT OF ZUCCHINI AND BROCCOLI. YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THOSE.

YES I DO. F---- OFF.

I like privacy.

I want to be treated as though a wall of silence surrounds me when I shop. I don't want to be helped, unless of course I ask for help. THEN I want tremendous friendliness and help.

Is this fair?

No.

But I REALLY HATE being asked for my phone number as I pay. Sometimes I give my friend Tom's phone number just for fun. Or I make one up. Go figure that one out, you prying bastards.

I hang up immediately on telemarketers. Even if I just hear that long distance sound. I suppose I have missed out on a personal call or two because of this habit. But I don't care. A real person will call me back.

It's cruel to be kind. Let them move on to their next victim.

Sorry to be so grouchy today. I actually am in a very good mood because I am going to finish my revisions on V --my Groundhog Day, continuous never-ending revisions that will not die--and send them back to my agent. Now she may turn them around back to me again. Then I will change my phone number and never give it out to ANYONE. Just kidding--I am thrilled if my agent calls me.

I have only five more papers to grade to reach the end. Of course more will come in tomorrow, I have no doubt, but I will go to bed a hard-working, conscientious employee of the state. Is there a better way to go to bed? Don't answer that.

I hope to hit a new weight low tomorrow. Yes, I am still on the modified South Beach plan, which mostly includes veggies and chicken or salmon. I'm happy with it and it works. When and if I hit my high school weight, I will have a big party here at Coupons from the Edge. Key lime pie will be served and chocolate ripple ice cream. HAH!!!!!!

Be Here Now.

love to all,
Becky