I got a new phone number a few weeks ago. Finally I am committing to Virginia as my home and said good bye to my 404 friend. We had a good run, that number and me. We were never as close as that amazing college number. Seriously, you won't believe what is was, but I will give you a few hints.
I had a number that was the same 6 numbers plus one other number. As in, ###-##&#.
I often think I was invited to do fun stuff only because my friends remembered my digits.
Who should we call?
Well, there's always Anne, because I DO remember her number.
The reason I am sharing this bit of information is to tell you how surprised I am at the short break my Atlanta cell phone number took. Someone has already been assigned my exact number. And would you believe that his name is Daniel. What are the chances? Poor guy. I wonder if he has gotten any interesting calls from long lost friends who are very confused at the time line of my child's birth when they hear a manly voice on the message saying, "you've reached Daniel. leave a message" No, folks. My child does not have a phone and I will keep it that way until sport's practices and driving require the safety of a cell phone.
He's not even in Kindergarten yet, so we have some time.
(wiping tear away as I think about my baby growing up)
At least this Daniel fellow won't get calls from bill collectors like we did with our VA home number. After about 50 of those, I was tempted to start asking random women if they were named Erin Blevens, and if so, would you please go pay your bill. Debt free is a good life goal, Erin. Don't let your slip-up be our dinnertime interruption.
And friends, if you happen to chat with this new Daniel, please be kind!
We chatted a few days ago and he seems like a nice guy.