Well, I guess dialing is the wrong term for calling people on the phone now, isn't it...I hate "punching" (who really punches the numbers on a keypad?!) the wrong number.
I usually call twice if the first call was incorrect. But by the second time, I'm sweatin' it because I'm worried about calling the same wrong number and disturbing the victim. A friend just IMed me...asking me if I called his number by accident yestereday. And of course, I had. I didn't even know it was him. I looked up the number in my cell phone and dialled. I just have to punch in the first few digits, and the number I have in my phone book just comes up.
Guess I will double check next time.
Last night I also went by Paula's. I feel bad that I head over there regularly. Even though she invites me, I don't want to impose! Anyway, she goes, "oh! I have something for you!" And she ran to her room, and came back out. She plopped this big plastic bag of stuff on my lap. When I looked in, there must have been about 10 bags of Jelly Babies. I couldn't stop laughing.
They were the last of the Jelly Babies that Stef brought over to me from England, but since I told him to leave me the heck alone, he passed them along to his friend Geoff, who passed them onto Paula this weekend. I guess he had bought about 15 bags?? He gave me 2 or 3 back when he first got here, and the gang opened a bag on the weekend.