I Can't Hear You Now

People tell me it's time for a new phone plan, but I admit there's something I enjoy about the song and dance of staying within my minutes each month. Currently, I am screening all calls. If I answer, it means that either a) you are worth the $.45 a minute that I have to pay now that I've gone over (but please get right to the point) or b) you have Verizon and it's free to talk to you. If you leave a voicemail, I will check it after nine p.m. or I might use someone else's phone to hear it. Just depends. In a desperate moment, I may even write bdoc in Montana to see if she will call my voicemail and relay the message to me via email. She is usually willing, good sport. To others, this game is altogether annoying. To me, it's an interesting challenge. Call me what you will, but if you want me to hear it, please do it over the weekend. Unlimited minutes.