I hate my phone
I think my phone has rung about 40 times since I've gotten home from work. I almost threw it against the wall to make it stop. I'm a little irritated about it. Seriously, if you live upstairs from me, there is no reason to call me five times within an hour, let alone within a night. Come down, say everything you have to say, and go away.
I now offer the following for those who will not stop calling me:
Erica has not gone into labor; I promise everyone will know when Ian is born. Yes, her being overdue is frustrating, and yes, being asked about it 1,000 times a day is as frustrating.
I am not a social person, if you do not have anything to say, don't call me. Please don't expect me to make conversation, because I won't. There will simply be awkward phone silence, which will end with me hanging up.
Yes I have started my new job, and no we have not found a house yet. These both make me tired...a lot. All the more reason not to call me when you don't need to.
Please be like our friend Rachel, and simply pop by for a little while and hang out. This is fine, we like people...really. She didn't call and pester us, she just came over and chilled.
I'm sure there is more, but now this post is starting to annoy me too.