"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of. but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards." --Robert Heinlein.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
We only have cell phones, no land line. It's been over a year and a half and I think I've forgotten what the sound of a regular phone ringing sounds like... I know my kids are clueless because whenever we're out and about and someone has one of those real rings on their phone (as opposed to music) my kids ask what it is. In order for my husband and I to talk as frequently as we like, to each other, for free, we had to get a family plan. The cheapest one gives us 700 minutes a month, plus unlimited nights, weekends and calls to other cell phones with the same carrier (which unfortunately, is only my husband's brother and his wife... not that we don't want to talk to them for free, just that we wish more of our family was on the same plan). 700 minutes a month seems like a monstrous amount of time to talk to people besides my husband. We've never even come close... until now. I'm blaming it on the holidays, but I only have 25 free minutes until 9 PM tonight. And then I have free nights, and tomorrow, our next billing period starts and we begin fresh. How did we talk for over 700 minutes this month? Who were we talking to? I don't even like talking on the phone that much.
An avid reader, sometimes writer, wife, mom, homeschooler, baker of yummy treats. I grew up in California, jumped around the United States (Kansas, Virginia, Ohio) and somehow ended up in Beijing China.