Is this a 911 call?
I like e-mail. I can respond on my own time, after I have given thought to whatever it is I want to say. I can portray myself as calm and educated (thank you spell check). Ditto for text messages. Phone calls now scare the sh*t out of me. Especially phone calls to people that do not know I am housing two miniature terrorists. I made a decision today. I had been staring at some carpet samples for almost three weeks and I had finally chosen our new area rug. My designer had taken the time to go to the store and narrow down my selection to 7 or 8 samples. She also gave me the business the card of the lady who had helped her out. It had her e-mail and her phone number. Oh, carpet lady. Do I e-mail you my order or call? The Yoys were doing laps around the house on their ride along cars. On a loudness scale, 1 being a whisper and 10 being my eardrums are bursting, I'd give them an 8. They were pretty loud. I manned up and decided to call carpet lady. Surely I can