OK, so I think she has an alarm set for every four hours or something. She calls me every four hours on the dot. Yesterday it was 9:42 a.m., 1:42 p.m., 5:42 p.m. and then she must have decided four hours was too long to wait for the last one at 7:42 p.m.
This morning she called at 7:42 a.m., 11:42 a.m., 3:45 p.m. *gotta mix it up or it's just plain crazy*, and then 7:43 p.m.
I call my sister out of exasperation and ask her what she thinks of the situation.
My sister- "Are all of her phone calls at something-forty-two?"
Me- "No, she switched it to forty-five a couple of times and texted me at random times during the day."
My sister- "So, she's a non-committal obsessive compulsive?"
Me- "If that's what doctors prescribe Klonopin for."
My sister- "Huh. I don't know what to tell you. Are you going to put my funny joke in your blog?"
Me- "Is that the only reason you are talking to me right now?"
My sister- "Kinda. I'm busy being pregnant."
Me- "Well what the hell do you think I've been doing all day long?! Cleaning?"
My sister- "Bye-bye."
Me- "Fine. You're a whore. I hope you have twins so you have two kids with the same dad finally."
My sister- "Me too!"
So... I checked with AT&T earlier and apparently they don't have an option to block phone calls anymore unless you are a teenager and your parents don't trust you, so I'm stuck with the never ending barrage of phone calls containing her bitter acidic voice asking me *nicely* to have my children call her so she can mess with their feeble, mold-able minds. Thank heaven *or in my case, beg it to let her on up* she's six hours away, otherwise I'd have to dodge texts, phone calls, door bells and possibly bullets.