Oh Lord, Let Me Be the Person My Answering Machine Thinks I Am.

Change, Family, humor, January Stories 1 Minute

I’d like to change the message on my answering machine, but I want to do it myself. How? Imagine if I asked for help. First, who even has an answering machine? And second, I would have to decide who to include in the message.

My kids have moved away. But the answering machine has no idea. Will it feel betrayed when it finds out? Will it wonder how long it’s been living a lie. Even I can’t remember.

Better outsource the problem. Maybe Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me will come to the rescue. My answering machine won’t question Paula Poundstone.

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Published by Monica McHenney

Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.

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