I got stuck on a list for those Rascal Scooter type of things, not just mailers but the "informational dvd's" too.

I get alot of "can I speak to your mom or dad" I just say they're not here and hang up :D

Hahaha!! Well, I'm relieved I'm not the only one! (I guess I never thought I was, but it's nice hearing other weird stories)

My mom's boyfriend showed me the 6-pack of Enfamil that came in the other day. It came along with a coupon that promised a baby bag if I sent in the proof-of-purchase for a case of the baby formula... :rolleyes:

I regularly get asked if my mom is home. I'm 30. I've heard my voice on recordings and I do not sound like a child.

I'm waiting to get calls for my cat. He has an account at the local pharmacy 'cause he's on Norvasc and you can't get that from the vet. And his file lists him as "Boris Zobrist." Just Boris Zobrist at my address and phone number. The account's new, but I expect the credit card applications to arrive any day now.

Chris and I have different last names. Every once in a while, they think I'm his mistress or something and will give me absolutely NO authority. HAHA

ive gotten the whole

"is the man or woman of the household there?" speil, and usually i just reply with "my parents are out and will be home later" and hang up.

once though, I will admit i did the "hang on, let me go get Justin for you" and put the phone down adn went to dinner. Who knows how long he stayed on hold

Because of our backgrounds and career choices, Heather and I have wound up on some really odd lists. I regularly get calls to participate in some strange focus groups, and Heather gets some pretty racy catalogs. The unsolicited calls are the best, though, when the cold caller pretends to be an acquaintance, yet has no idea how to pronounce my last name...

Sorry, I needed the cash, and didn't think selling a name would be that big a deal. As far as the pregnancy thing, thought it was funny at the time. ::shrug:: ;) :D

Been there, done that, got the notorized copies of our marriage license to have on hand. However, since I'm the one that wears the pants in the relationship, so to speak, he is usually the one called Mr. Zobrist. Strangely, only my very traditional east coast family members ever call me Mrs. Elkins.

Let me set the scene...

We are at home and my wife has just started having contractions with our first baby. The phone rings, it's for me. "Hello" says the voice on the line. "I'm from connections a dateing service for local singles like yourself. Would you like a free trial membership?"