Punk’d

Last week was busy, between a two-city roadtrip and trying to support the family crisis by remote.  When driving to The Park Friday, i realized that other than a brief conversation with The Girl to sort out the insurance claim for her car, i hadn’t talked to either kid.  Rang them both up – no answer, so i left messages. 

About 10 minutes later, The Boy called.  Almost immediately, the phone ‘binked’ letting me know i had another call coming in – from The Girl.  Knowing that conversations with The Boy tend to be brief, i figured i’d finish up with him, and call her back afterwards.  Besides, i’m not good mucking around with the phone while driving*.  The ‘binking’ continued – seemed The Girl was impatient to talk, so i wrapped things up with The Boy and hung up.

Working the “missed calls” register, i returned the call to The Girl.  Or at least i tried.  Was aggravated when The Boy picked up. 

daisyfae:  Shit.  Sorry.  i was trying to call The Girl.

The Boy:  You’ve been punk’d!  We decided to both call you back at the same time to see which one of us you love more.

Yep.  The little bastard was visiting his sister.  When i called them both in succession, they decided to synchronize the callbacks to see what happened if i got calls from them both at exactly the same moment.  Since that didn’t work, The Boy just kept hitting redial on his sisters phone the entire time we were chatting.

Talking with The Girl, she was jokingly resigned – “guess you love him more”. 

Not really the case, though.  i simply tend to worry about him more.  For those of you who’ve been following along, this will come as no surprise

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* i’m much better at sending e-mails from the blackberry while driving.

12 thoughts on “Punk’d

  1. How in the hell do you GET your kids to call you? mine only call when they need something…little bastards….but when I need something? hell, they got a million excuses….

  2. *Sigh* Just think. Forty years ago none of this would have been possible. No cell phones, no blackberry, no internet… How did we ever survive?

  3. Or you could go with the “You’re both equally annoying, but not *quite* as annoying as the continual buzzing of the phone.” Are you SURE they’re your kids?

  4. annette – Welcome to The Park! Glad you stopped by! i use a magic formula of 2 parts guilt + 5 parts finance 1 part fear. They feel bad that their sad, pathetic little ol’ lady sits home, surfing the interweb, talking to her imaginary friends… and i am co-funding them, so they have to call. i will cut them off and they know it…

    DP – Good plan! Makes ’em tough!

    rob – amazing, isn’t it? i remember writing letters to my parents my freshman year of college… i moved 60 miles from home. wow. it wasn’t that long ago. ok. 28 years. yikes…

    annie – i think Mom loves the montly menu best at the moment! she even mentioned to me today that she knows we wouldn’t be feeding her that well if she were doing rehab at home under our direct care…

    dolce – you want a sibling? i can send you a couple of mine! my ‘chickens’ should probably teach this stuff. they’re good… tweaking me to the point of inheritance-removal, then winning back my heart through some extreme thoughtfulness or cuteness. bastards.

    gnu – i should probably go ahead with that DNA testing…. not sure how it could have happened, but hospitals here have a bad reputation for fouling up paperwork…

  5. I’m with Gnukid on this one. Especially after the Mother’s Day thingy.

    You and Nurse Myra both scare me with your driving habits, and I’m glad I no longer drive, and live far away from both of you.

  6. silverstar – nursemyra is safer! she only reads at traffic lights… i tend to e-mail with the ‘berry on the steering wheel, while highway driving.

    ~m – messin’ with each other has become a form of endearment in our little clan. i believe they are actually grateful, but work hard to put up a good front!

    archie – brilliant idea! The Boy once wanted to join a traveling carnival – so i put him to chatting with a gnarly carnie about ‘the life’. think that cured him…

    az – checked spam… nothing there…. mysterious?

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