Confession time. I have a gay cell phone ring. It really is. Everyone I know has the same cell phone, and we can never tell who the incoming call is for because the "decent" rings are all the same. So, I've changed my ring to one of the really annoying songs. I hate it. But I do know who's calling, now.

To make it just a little bit interesting, I do a little dance (I'm not kidding here) when the phone rings. It keeps things interesting. Then my wife sends me this. I'm not quite this bad... I don't think.

AVed at 6/16/2005 08:00:00 AM | LINK |