Some old lady calls me every few months and leaves a long message on my answering machine. I’ve never been home to get her call to tell her I’m not the person she thinks she’s calling. After this call, I think she thinks I’m Clara and I must be in a prayer chain or something. I hope Martha gets better! (She’s the one who sits in the back and wears the heavy glasses.)
These messages always make me laugh, and David was there when I picked up this one a couple of days ago. When I listened to it later I realized I probably shouldn’t have been laughing so hard!