Well, tonight we pick up our home telephone only to find out we have no dial tone. I follow the ladies instruction to go outside and check the box to see if it has a dial tone, and unfortunately for us it does. That means the problem is in the house and not SBC's fault. We have no clue what it could be so we get to sit at home tomorrow and watch a fellow try to charge us a few bucks to look at it. Didn't know there was a new law that says once they get it to your house they are done with the service. Guess it's good if you want to add your own phone lines, but it's not really helping us right now.
Supposedly, I talk in my sleep. This has made for some interesting discussions. Especially after you watch Chronicles of Narnia and dream about wolves. There's also a slim possibility that I had an episode of sleep walking, but I'm not sure I believe Mrs. Crider. When something is a tad bit embarassing it's a lot more difficult to fess up to.
Pictures coming soon, probably at flickr, but I keep putting it off.
