Damn That's Sweet

Most of our friends and family know not to call our house after 9pm, unless of course, its and emergency.  So when the phone does ring "after hours" I always get a bit nervous.  Further more, many, OK, most of my brain cells turn off after 8pm anyway.  Such was the case tonight when the phone rang a little after 10pm and I got up to answer.  Here is the ensuing "conversation":

Random person:  "Hello Faith (in a raspy, obviously disguised voice) this is gramma Betty."

Me: "Ha!  Gramma Betty has been dead nearly 10 years. (which is true, my Gramma Betty died in 2002)"

And I hung up.  Now, the only half thought in my head at that moment, besides "that was kinda creepy" is that perhaps it was my gyspsy sister prank calling me.

Meanwhile, Shaun gets up.

Shaun: "Who was that?"

Me:  "I don't know. They just said...."

Shaun:  "What did you say back?"

Me:  ".... and I hung up.  Wierd."

Shaun (in true Shaun form):  "But they knew your name....  You should have messed with thier heads and drawn out information."

Me:  "You know as well as I do that I am not quick or clever enough for that.  It would never have even dawned on me to say "Hi gramma, what you up too these days?"

At which point the phone rings, Shaun answers, and then says in a rather too loud voice:  "Hi gramma! No, Faith had a gramma Betty too, and she thought some one was prank calling."  Thats right, it was HIS Gramma Betty... whom we have always refered to as gramma McCloud. ... NOT gamma Betty.  And as for the disquised voice, that Gamma crushed her wind pipe a while back and can't talk normal anymore and I haven't talked to her since that particular accident.  So see, it really wan't my fault.

Shaun had to explain to her three times what had happend.

And I am pretty sure I would have felt really bad if I hadn't been laughing so hard.