It seems, sometime in the last couple weeks, the twins discovered 900 numbers. Over the course of 4 phone calls, they racked up a $160 bill.
I want my money, and I want it NOW. However, since they don’t have it now, they had better get their skinny white butts out there and start mowing lawns, washing cars and doing whatever other odd-jobs around the neighborhood they can find to earn me my money.
I’ve now disabled 900 capabilities on the phone, and it will be a LONG time before they talk on the phone again without me breathing over their shoulders.
Times like this I wish I had chosen a hamster rather than children.
OK, maybe not, it sounded better in my head than it did out loud.
To calm myself down today, I spent the morning canning apricots and plums. I discovered yet another mayo jar that got stuck in with my canning jars. I can always tell them as they break during canning. Oh well. At least my house smells sweet and fruity now.