Not a Good Start

Hello most humans and many others,

Well, today is not off to a good start at our house. The phone rang before Missy Linda was up this morning. She was awake, but was just lolling in bed. It was the Mr. who used to live here. All he said was, "Sorry, wrong number." That was more than enough for Missy Linda who hadn't seen him in person or heard his voice in a long time, probably five years.

That doesn't really seem like a big deal to me, but Missy Linda and the Mr. who used to live here have been arguing through email about some stuff. I think Missy Linda is about stretched to her breaking point. I have thought that before, though, and she always keeps plodding along. She just says, "What else is there to do?"