Josh has this new game that he likes to play. It's called Call-Ashlie-At-Work-And-Pretend-I'm-Someone-Else-From-the-Parish. At first I had no problem detecting my clever husband's tricks. Either the voice was too ridiculous, the story unbelievable, or he would start laughing. Until yesterday. I answered the phone with my usual greeting, "Saint Michael's, this is Ashlie" and I … Continue reading Foiled Again.
That's my husband. He would probably prefer this picture: But I like the first one.