It has long been understood in my family, that when a telemarketer calls, my husband handles it.

I do not have it in me to become rude, or obnoxious. After all, these people have to make a living. But this way of thinking does not hold true with my husband.

The other night, Meelie answered the phone. She immediately walked over and handed it to her dad. When he asked her who it was, she said it was some French guy named Juan (I have not made the connection either) who wanted to talk to mom.

After the normal greetings were complete, I watched as my husband zeroed in on the kill.

Do you realize that we are on the Do-Not-Call-List? Well you do now, and I would suggest that you make sure that everyone else is aware of this fact as well. Let me inform you that if you ever call my house again, I will crawl through the phone and rip your ears off.

After turning around he faced me and said "what?"

I arched my finely waxed brow and calmly stated, "that was a little rough, don't you think?"

In a response that I have come to expect, he replied "so blog about it."

So I did.