I talked to Loud Girl today. Friendly-like. I fear the repercussions of this, as she may now feel free to chat my ear off all day long, but I felt it was time to make an attempt at friendliness. I mean she's not going anywhere and neither am I.
She told me a funny story, dang it, which I shall share here. She called a lady and began the regular pitch. She was interrupted by the lady's nurse who said "Ms. So-and-so can't talk to you. She has Alzheimers." So the nurse hung up but the lady had never put the phone down. She said to Loud Girl, "I'm still here! Don't you listen to her, I'm not sick! So who did you say you were?" and Loud Girl told her she was Loud Girl calling from the University of Arkansas.
"Do you remember going to the University of Arkansas?" Loud Girl asked.
"What street is it on?" the lady asked.
"Maple," said Loud Girl.
"Well, I don't remember that street, but I remember going to college once. Now I don't know if I can help you. Where is this money going to?" Loud Girl told the lady she would just call at a better time and disconnected.
On a side note, my Scott has done such a good job with fixing up our blog. (Just like I'll do a good job fixing up our house.) It is not evident to the mass viewer that our blog was having problems, for they were all internal, but Scott has saved the day. He'll make a great husband.
Three cheers for Scott!