I come home at night, and before I turn on the light, take my coat or shoes off, or even close the door, I wonder if there are any messages on the answering machine.
There aren't. I don't have an answering machine. I don't even have a phone. But still I check.
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Ever since I've lived on my own I have come home and do that Cat Woman line from the "Batman Returns" movie.
"Honey, I'm home ... oh that's right, I'm not married ..." Queue me dropping my keys on the floor, shoving stuffed animals down the garbage disposal and putting on some pleather.
That actually sounds heavenly. Yesterday, I turned my cell phone off the whole day and it was bliss!
We have a land line for the house and the Cincy Bell voicemail. There are still never any messages - at least since the election is over and the various campaign lobbyists have stopped calling.
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