I ordered some Fannie Mae chocolates and sold some, too recently for a Holy Moly fundraiser. Filled in the forms, turned them in with payment a couple of weeks ago. Today at work I kept getting calls on my cell phone that went to voicemail, but I had the phone set at an annoying ring volume and the last time I pretty much opened and shut the phone to shut it up, because I can’t seem to turn down or turn off the ringer when the thing is closed.

So I managed to set it to vibrate, and the phone rang again, so I found a quiet spot and answered it. It was at the end of the day so I didn’t feel too bad about breaking the “no chatting on cell phones at work” rule. A lady on the other end said “Mrs. Gibbles?” and I said cautiously “No, this is Mrs. Gibbs,” (which always amuses me, because Mrs. Gibbs is David’s mom, not me). And she called me by my first name and I realized it was someone from church who’s taking point on the Fannie Mae stuff this year.

Apparently, all the other orders were perfectly legible, but my name got garbled to “Mrs. Gurney Gibbles.”