Messages from THE TWILIGHT ZONE
All I can say is that I much prefer my messages from the Universe!
How do you tell someone.... I have no idea who you are and you’re really freaking me out?!!
I get an audio clip on my cell phone. And then the message... “You can’t even hear that. It was Chuck Berry, You Never Can Tell.”
I don’t recognize the number. I write back “Who is this?”
“Chuck Berry”
Me: “Yeah, I get the Chuck Berry part...but who are you.” (I’m thinking it’s my son, using someone else’s phone.)
“Patty. Patty Kittens.”
Me: Ummm .... OK. (Patty Kittens?!!! WHAT?!!)
“How are you? This is Torrie, right?”
Me: Yes. I’m Ok. How are you?.... whoever you are.
”Do you still tap dance?
Me: Unfortunately, no.
“Oh, you were very good.” ( Oh GOD!!! WHO is this person? And they are obviously nuts.... I was a terrible tap dancer.)
Me: LOL
“Are you still in touch with __________?” (my old tap dancing instructor’s name)
Me: I haven’t seen them in a long time.
“Do you still live on Pheasant?” (Oh, thank God... this person doesn’t know where I live!)
Me: No
“Oh, okay. I moved out of ___________ a couple of years ago.”
Me: Where to?
“Close to NY”
Me: You know I have no idea who you are, right?
“Really? We go way back.”
Inserts a picture that won’t download (I’m probably lucky it won’t download)
“You like my new kitten?”
I don’t answer. I’m totally creeped out.
“Fine. Whatever. Bye. (adds sad face)”
Of course, now I feel bad because I have hurt scary creepers feelings....
I’m locking the doors and windows and going to hide under my bed now......
Seriously..... Patty Kittens? I'm just waiting for the call now saying.... "The text messages are coming from inside the house...." Oh God.... yup, this is my life..... you can't make this stuff up.(why would you want to?)
Messages from THE TWILIGHT ZONE
All I can say is that I much prefer my messages from the Universe!
How do you tell someone.... I have no idea who you are and you’re really freaking me out?!!
I get an audio clip on my cell phone. And then the message... “You can’t even hear that. It was Chuck Berry, You Never Can Tell.”
I don’t recognize the number. I write back “Who is this?”
“Chuck Berry”
Me: “Yeah, I get the Chuck Berry part...but who are you.” (I’m thinking it’s my son, using someone else’s phone.)
“Patty. Patty Kittens.”
Me: Ummm .... OK. (Patty Kittens?!!! WHAT?!!)
“How are you? This is Torrie, right?”
Me: Yes. I’m Ok. How are you?.... whoever you are.
”Do you still tap dance?
Me: Unfortunately, no.
“Oh, you were very good.” ( Oh GOD!!! WHO is this person? And they are obviously nuts.... I was a terrible tap dancer.)
Me: LOL
“Are you still in touch with __________?” (my old tap dancing instructor’s name)
Me: I haven’t seen them in a long time.
“Do you still live on Pheasant?” (Oh, thank God... this person doesn’t know where I live!)
Me: No
“Oh, okay. I moved out of ___________ a couple of years ago.”
Me: Where to?
“Close to NY”
Me: You know I have no idea who you are, right?
“Really? We go way back.”
Inserts a picture that won’t download (I’m probably lucky it won’t download)
“You like my new kitten?”
I don’t answer. I’m totally creeped out.
“Fine. Whatever. Bye. (adds sad face)”
Of course, now I feel bad because I have hurt scary creepers feelings....
I’m locking the doors and windows and going to hide under my bed now......
Seriously..... Patty Kittens? I'm just waiting for the call now saying.... "The text messages are coming from inside the house...." Oh God.... yup, this is my life..... you can't make this stuff up.(why would you want to?)