Hey there, Melisa here.
I’m guest-posting for Momo because she is in the dark (literally) due to storms in her area, and the estimate for the restoration of electricity is currently July 7 or 8. (I wish I were joking.)
A little while ago, I was sitting in my living room when I heard my cell phone ringing downstairs. I didn’t run to get it, because I don’t know about you but Every Single Time I do that, it’s the blood center scheduling person wanting to know when I’m coming back in to donate (soon!), or some similarly annoying person.
I took my time going down to get the phone after it stopped ringing, and when I checked to see who it was, it was Momo. Figures. The girl NEVER CALLS ME. EVER. She’s so darn busy that I end up calling her and catching her just before she has a conference call or as she’s on her way out to a doctor’s appointment or…wait, should I be reading some signals here?
But I digress.
I called her back immediately because I knew she was without electricity, AND SHE DIDN’T ANSWER. (Don’t you hate that???)
I left her a message, and she still didn’t call back.
I called her again–and YES, I have friendly-stalker tendencies, thanks for asking–and she didn’t answer AGAIN. I admit I was a little worried.
I sent her a text:
Call me back! I’m here!
Nothing. So then, as I tend to do, I decided to become a thorn in her side. I sent a bunch of rapid-fire texts:
Hello? Did you butt-dial me?
You’re talking to Katie Couric, aren’t you?
Are you guys okay?
Do you have enough lemonade for Ali? I can send some! (Long story.)
I miss your things. (Another story for another day.)
Well, if you ever call me, try my house phone: better reception.
I hope you didn’t use the last bar on your phone to call me. Gah. I’m a terrible friend for not running to get my phone.
It’s just that, well, you NEVER CALL ME so it never occurred to me that it might be you.
And now I’m just texting all of this stuff because I’m hoping it will annoy you enough to call me back.
Of course, if your phone is dead, I guess you can’t.
Finally, after an eternity (or seven minutes), she called me back on my home phone. After she told me that I am the funniest person she has ever met (<—–slight exaggeration), she said, “Do you still have the log-in information for my blog, in case I die?”
Yikes. I should have hung on to it the last time she gave it to me. I told her that I didn’t, and did she need me to do something?
“Yes! I need a post to go up! Would you want to write one for me? I can’t post from my phone!”
This was my moment. “SQUEEEEEEE!” I screamed. Wiping tears from my eyes (not really but I want to make Momo feel really good here), I said, “I’d be happy to!!”
So there you have it, a guest post by me on why I’m guest posting. (Does this qualify as “Soooo meta”?)
Fingers crossed that the power in Momo’s neck of the woods is restored much sooner than they think. Just in case, I’m planning a great post for Tuesday about…aww, I’m not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.