Everyone who would usually be looking for me so frantically A.) has my home number and B.) has their own ring tone. But if you know me, you know I am totally neurotic, so I had to go downstairs and get the phone. And...32 voicemails. 32 voicemails?!? Yup, that's right...32. Who knew the phone could even hold 32 voicemails? So, I started playing them back, and they are all hang ups. So, I'm all "WTF?!?" I look at the call log, and it's all different numbers. Ok, that's freakin' random, huh? The phone starts ringing again, so I answer it. "Hola!" I say "You have the wrong number! Stop calling!" But it keeps ringing, a different number showing up on the caller ID each time. Finally, I answer and it's an angsty teen. I'm like "Helllooo?" And he's all "Um, yeah" And I'm all "What do you mean um, yeah?!? You called me!" And he says "Well, I'm calling for the contest" Uh-oh. It's all starting to make sense now. Me: "Um, what contest?" Angsty Teen: "Ugh, hold on. (Asks his mom) The one on Telemundo" Me: "What was the phone number?" And...he promptly spits put my cell number. Me (to myself): "F**k, f**k, f**k!"
So...I call Lissy and I'm like "So...you think you're having a bad day, huh?" And between me laughing so hard I could barely catch my breath and my cell phone ringing off the hook, I was barely able to tell her the story. And she said (all together now) "Only you, Niki. Only you." I know, right? Thetn I call Ryan and tell him. His response? "Call Telemundo". I'm like "Yeah, I would...but their entire f**king website is in Spanish!!" So after two nights of this and a voicemail that said "I am calling for the "Word of the Day" contest, I was way over it this morning and I admitted defeat and changed my phone number.
Ryan and I went to dinner with Jacob, Lissy and the boys last weekend. I had Joshie up on the bench and we were "slow dancing". Ryan was standing next to us talking to me, so I was distracted. All of a sudden, I realize that Joshie is running his hand across my chest.
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