Sicker Than Others Saving the Landfills, one Giant Plastic Toy At a Time

My husband is so cool.

scene: our house tonight.

Phone rings. TeenHer answers it. Hangs up after a few words. We ask her who was it, and she says “I don’t know”.

After some quizzing (TeenHer keeps even innocuous cards close to the vest, people) she admits that the caller was a wrong number, but that after they were told they had the wrong number, they asked her how old she was.

Hello, freaks? WTF?

So my husband called the asshole back. “I was just asking her how old she was, do you have a beef?”, the idiot says to my husband, owner of quite a protective streak and some protective devices as well.

“Yes asshole, I have a beef. You don’t call random people and ask young girls how old they are!”

click.

The next time I see my husband, he’s looking up the address.

I love him. And I feel sorry for the boys my daughters bring home. Sheesh.