The other day I checked the phone messages, and heard the following: "You have 19 new messages."
This statement should have shocked me, but it didn't. I'm not the best person at checking messages, and I make this perfectly clear on our voicemail. I tell callers that if they really want to get ahold of me, they should send a text. Some people must think this is a joke, because they leave a message all the same, and then are surprised when I call them back 2 weeks later.
I have never been very good on the phone. In high school, I would write down a script of what I wanted to say when calling a friend. I would make multiple scripts when I had to call a boy - different scripts were used depending on their responses. In college, I applied for a job as a receptionist. I had my mom call in and schedule the interview for me, then showed up for the interview and got hired. My job? Answering phones. It was the longest 6 months of my life.
For some reason I can't understand, Noel has taken to phones, or any object that looks like a phone. She carries on conversations with her imaginary friends, waiting for them to respond, and saying 'bye' at the close. I don't know where she picked up this habit, because it is very plain it isn't from me. She obviously won't need to write scripts when calling boys in high school.