Tonight T and I were decorating the card for the bf's son - using all of our artistic talent: a stick person on a skateboard, when the phone rang. Caller ID identified the caller as FOP - Fraternal Order of Police?
T stared at the phone and I told him to answer it. The caller asked for the woman of the house. T handed the phone to me.
Me: Hello.
Caller: Oh I'm sorry. Is the woman of the house available?
CLICK.
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