Just when you thought it was safe to answer the phone...

It was all too much to hope for. I hadn't heard from Aunt Jo in a while. Hmm.. I guess it was sooner than I'd thought, now that I look back. But I hadn't heard from her in weeks. I thought that maybe, somehow, over the holidays perhaps, Sally had told Aunt Jo her real number and that maybe-- oh, please-- she'd stop calling.

But, no. Alas and alack, it was not meant to be. The phone rang, I glanced at the number... It looked familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I felt that niggle in the back of my brain, but I shoved it all aside. Then there was a voice mail message...

"Sally, it's your Aunt Jo. Will ya bring that, uh, XP cd when you stop by? Ok.."

Dear god, Sally. What do I have to do? You're obviously visiting the woman and fixing her computer, can't you program your bloody number into her phone? I mean, it's not like you even have to answer! I almost never do. And I'm sure she's tiresome-- I've grown to dread her phone calls-- but she's your relative! I have my own pain in the ass relatives to avoid, I don't need yours, too. I even have a very stupid stalker who likes to phone me-- though I've been free of him for about a month now (knock on wood). Throw me a bone, here.

It's not like I can very well change numbers now. I've got this one memorized.