Yucky cold

I have a yucky, horrid cold. Yes, I am complaining and wouldn't mind any sympathy you can send my way. But if you call on the phone, just remember that the strange graveley voice on the line is me. A telemarketer called yesterday and when I said "Hello?" he said (in that artificially bright and happy telemarketer voice) "Hi, can I speak to the lady of the house?" And when I said "This is she...," he paused for a second and then hung up. I guess he thought I was pulling his chain. Which is ok, because I hate that phrase "the lady of the house." Maybe it's my sore throat and runny nose speaking, but it's really a dumb and outdated phrase. Speaking of telemarketers not understanding the situation they phoned into, one called my parents house a few years ago. When my Dad answered, the telemarketer asked to speak to his mom. My Dad just said, "She's not here right now" and hung up, it was completely the truth, Grandma passed away when I was 6 years old. So these poor telemarketers are getting my Dad's young sounding voice and my preteen-boy-who's-trying-to-speak without-losing-control-of-his-voice voice, and that is why at the end of this post, which is probably a little nuttier than usual because I am fatigued, achy, scratchy in the throat and all the other stuff, I implore all of you to get some kind of training or college education so you never have to become a telemarketer.