regaining my sanity

Have you ever felt like you’re being watched?

Like there’s whispering going on?

I do. Kind of conspicuous but hey... it is what it is. *wink*

In other news...

As of tomorrow, millions of Canadians will be able to resume enjoying uninterrupted the sacred bastion of family together time - the dinner hour, with the advent of the long awaited (wipe away the cobwebs) Do Not Call Registry. CLICK HERE FOR THE REGISTRY (was that in bold enough print?) or you can call 1-866-580-DNCL to register (I hear they're closed during dinner time...).

No more SPAM calls with sollicitors informing (ha! yeah right!) you that:

"Madam, may I speak to the man of the house?" (notice they don't apologize for calling you during dinner time - strike one, although at least this one is polite)

*sound of pages ruffling*

"Oh..."

*more ruffling and a few coughs*

"You make the household decisions?" (I know... shocking, isn't it? - strike two)

*mumbling can be heard in the background - the voice cracks - "We didn't go over this in training!!!"*

"I see..."

*you can hear drops of water running down the caller's neck*

*resumes reading from the script*

"Well then, you've been pre-selected to receive a free evaluation of...

Insert the "Pitchus interruptus" here, a very tricky move, but highly effective...

"Oh... You're not a homeowner?" (and gullible - strike three)

*click*

Can you hear the angels singing? That's the Allelujah Chorus!

Can you hear the phone ringing?

No?

Ain't it grand! *wink*