Oh, I could talk about something "profound" like how this has been a week of "firsts:" the first time Splig has been busted for negative behavior (boo!) or the first time that the Cat has actually wanted to invite people to his birthday party since he was a toddler (yay!) - but I just got a phone call that made me simultaneously laugh and shake my head.

I must admit that I thought the call would be my mom. After all, it typically is. But more so, I had this bizarre desire to hum an old music-box song this afternoon. It was a tune from one of my grandma's treasures. At that moment, I wondered if she had passed away. No, she hasn't, and it isn't like I am wishing her to pass on, just that it was one of those strange moments where I wondered why I could have dug deep into my head to pull out that particular song. (And let's face it. She's 98. And she's been murmuring things to me that are strangely prophetic and accurate. So I wouldn't put it past her to send me a music-box tune for a reason.)

Yeah, so it wasn't my mom. Which was good, since I didn't really want to hear that my grandma had died, or something like that.

Instead, it was a telemarketer. We get 'em quite a bit, despite the supposed "do-not-call" list. Some years ago, I remember being really angry at how those "policemen's ball" type solicitations make it seem as though you are in danger if you don't donate. ("This call is being monitored for your protection, ma'am!") But now instead of anger, it is laughter.

This one was so fraudulent. So jumbled. It essentially was: "Hi Ma'am, I'm calling about the annual Policemen's Ball. You know that Firefighters are really important to our community, so it is really important to honor our Fallen Heroes. This year - like last year - we're holding a circus to benefit the under-privileged. After all, in this economy, many people are homeless. Could I count on your support to keep our families safe and support handicapped kids?"

Um, no.

Almost as good as the dude who thought he was going to burglarize our house, but since I opened the door decided he was a seafood salesman. Seafood. What, you have a freezer in your pants?