Good god damn, I’m getting frustrated about our phone. All week long, I’ve been getting calls for a John Lewis who is supposedly selling property… IN FLORIDA. I might not mind so much if they didn’t start calling at 4 IN THE MORNING.

If you know me, you know good and well that I am not a morning person. I hate being woken before I have to be up. And I really hate being woken by the phone. A wrong number adds insult to injury, but 4 AM is just freakin’ ridiculous. I’ve been several shades of uncouth talking to these freaks that call me at that hour.

Today, I think I found the Lewis they’re looking for — he’s from Florida, same county as most of the calls I’m getting, but his wife swears they don’t have anything for sale. Oh, and in the local phonebook, he’s listed UNDER MY NUMBER. No, he’s never had my number. No, they didn’t mean to list my husband. I talked to the phone company today and they admitted that they just f*cked up.

So I got a $10 credit on my account. Wowwee. Let me tell you, that in no way makes up for being woken at 4 AM all week long, and a dozen or so calls a day.

I might have to change my number.