Yes, I was on a conference call waiting my turn to ask the hard hitting questions, “What’s Your Favorite Color?” etc, etc. Then my name was called, and….I was disconnected. I am not bitter or anything, not like I grew up worshipping French Lick’s finest or anything. Not like my Dad was more disappointed than when he came home from work and my sisters had dressed me up like a girl. Nope, I’m not salty at all.
Nothing can cheer me up now….