Don't you just love it when your phone rings.... and its someone you want to talk to? I'm not much of one for talking a lot on the phone -- I use it mostly to keep in touch with my parents. But lately, I've had a few phone calls that , well, they just thrill me to my toes. And no, its not the phone sex kind (*gasp*!) or the "you've just won a million dollars" kind (oh darn... there goes that cabin in the woods dream...). It's my bestest friend. And there's no better way to carve out a little time for us. Thanks, for the phone call!
When I was growing up, we had two phones in our house. One hung on the kitchen wall, and had a reasonably long cord, the other was in my parents' bedroom. When I was in high school, after school I was allowed to use the phone in the bedroom to talk to friends. I didn't do it often. Until I discovered -- yes, you guessed it -- boys. If my parents were in bed, I would sneak out to the kitchen and dial, sitting huddled against the dining room wall while I talked. I remember the first boy who called and talked for hours. His name was David Boardman. I don't have a clue what we talked about, but I can remember my mother hollering "It's been 30 minutes, time to hang up now." (I'm quite sure after hearing that, I would roll my eyes, and giggle with David about mothers.)
I remember thinking it was the greatest thing in the world... someone wanted to talk to me!! It was among the first of my crushes, which didn't last when he got me in trouble in History. It was during a movie we were watching. And he kept poking me with a pencil. Finally, I just began to ignore him. Little did I know it wasn't him, it was the teacher, trying to see if I was awake. lol. After that, I wasn't so thrilled with David Boardman any longer. (I truly hated getting into any kind of trouble at school!)
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