Most embarrassing moment of 2009.
Decided today after running to call hubby about a little love time. You know... kids back in school, Hubby's in the basement pretending to work. I figured we could use a little break.
I pick up the phone and dial him. Yes, I'm upstairs, he's in the basement. I could have shouted at him from the top of the stairs, but I thought this would be more fun. A little sexy afternoon caller, what a GREAT idea.
He answers, I launch full blown into my "Bambi voice" offering some very inventive and specific ideas if he would just like to come up the stairs to join me.
One problem... I dialed the wrong number.
I spent the next 10 minutes trying to convince this random guy at the other end of the line that I was not crank calling him and he should definitely NOT call the police.
These sorts of things really don't happen to other people, do they?
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