Jon's Answering Service

No one calls for me anymore.  It's quite sad, really.  I suppose it's Jon's new calling at church, but I'm starting to get offended.  I'm interesting - well, some of the time.  Why don't people call for me?  Do they not want to hear about the awesome deal I got on oatmeal at the grocery store?  Or about what I made for dinner?  Or about my extremely exciting hour and a half sitting in the car waiting for the kids to get out of school?  Seriously.  Tonight, I took so many messages on post-it notes that I had to transcribe them onto a larger paper for fear that I would lose one.  I had to call Jon twice at work to deliver messages earlier in the day.  I think I should start charging a fee.  Like a $0.25 a message, or a 5-minute back rub, or a candy bar, or a I-don't-have-to-put-the-kids-to-bed card.  Yeah, I think that sounds good.  Of course, Jon does have to return all the messages, so it's probably a fair trade.  Maybe I should start charging the ward members . . . ;-)