We have no phone service at home, and no DSL either. No one ever calls us, but my iPod desperately needs to sync up with the mother ship — that’d be iTunes. Oh, and I’ve kinda gotta get back to my Scrabulous game on Facebook too.
Do you remember when I wrote this:
The only access I have to my backyard from my house is my sliding glass doors. I have no idea why I don’t have a back door, or a door to the yard from the garage. My best guess is that the guy who built this house thought it would be too much of a security issue. Yes. Right here in Menomonee Falls. I can’t understand it either. All I know is that my house is wired up the wazoo for just about everything. I’ve got a security system, overhead sprinklers in the hallways, motion detectors, and my phone lines are located in the house – you know just in case my life turned into a suspense thriller movie and I dunno, the bad guy came and cut my phone lines. Now you know that you have to invite yourself into my basement to cut my phone lines. Good luck with that. Have you seen my Boxer?
And now I’m wondering, did someone sneak into my house and tamper with my phone lines while I was escorting my daughter onto the school bus yesterday morning? Or, did AT&T decide to cut me off?
(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)
