Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
I was really thinking I didn’t have anything to write about today until I received a phone call. On my voice mail there was a message from someone with a very strong Indian accent. Because I’ve been getting so many sales calls lately I deleted it without thinking about it. On my way home from work I got a call from the guy again. I answered, told him to put me on the Do Not Call List and hung up. My phone rang again. Again it was him, again I said the same thing, and again I hung up. He called me back and yelled at me! What the Hell? He told me that he was from someplace called American Law something, and that there was a case against me and my social security number because I took out a cash advance loan. What the Hell? NO I didn’t take out a loan, EVER, so do NOTyell at me. I told him to not call my cell phone again. I told Elle the story tonight and she Googled it, and apparently there is a scam going around where they yell at you and scare you into sending them money for something you didn’t even apply for. You’re picked randomly, and basically you just have to ignore them. I’ve checked my credit, and not one inquiry has been made, which is good, but this is just ridiculous. And honestly as he was yelling at me all I could think of was Ahmed the Dead Terrorist from Jeff Dunham!
What the Hell??!! That’s just creepy. I’ve never seen Jeff Dunham. I’m soooo not a fan of guys with puppets. Do you think they stay in special little puppet coffins when he’s not doing a show or does he prop them up all around his living room and then they “talk” to each other.
I mentioned yesterday that I was giving my puppy a haircut. At his last grooming they weren’t able to groom his face because he freaked out and was biting the scissors. Here is proof that I will never work as a dog groomer and why I never attempt to cut my children’s hair. Run away if you see me with scissors. His picture is a What The Hell. We were all surprised that his ears are so tiny. My husband came out and said “What the Hell did you do to his ear?”
Yes, he is only half done because the sedative took so long to kick in that it wore off before we could finish. We were going to finish last night, but we went down to the the canal to see the car show and get ice cream. Priorities people.