Waiter, there's a flake in my cereal! (Part 10 - Indian giver)
Why is it the phone never rings until I either step into the tub, or take a piping hot dinner out of the oven? Wrapping a towel around my wet, shivering body, I ran to the bedroom and grabbed my phone. "Hello?" I answered in a rather disgruntled voice. "Hello, Camille." Oh no, not again. " Oh, hi,... Sign in to see full entry.