> totally forgot this story when I was writing the xmas letter...you may
> or may not know that I do ceramics, I like painting and putting together
> different pieces especially for the yard...we do these logs with a
> variety of critters on them, fairies and such like, and I glue them on
> with silicone and put a solar light in them also with silicone. I was
> putting together such a piece one night for someone's xmas gift, and was
> using the caulking gun, which blew the bottom out of the tube of caulk I
> was using. So I took the tube out and was using my fingers to scoop the
> caulk out of the bottom as I didn't want to waste the whole tube. So I
> have caulking on both hands putting this post together, when, wouldn't
> you know, the phone rings. And it's my brother. Whom I had just talked
> to the day before. So as I answer the phone with my elbow, and finally
> get it under my chin, can't touch it because of the sticky fingers, by
> now I am a little peeved and after saying hello, I say in a cranky tone,
> 'can I call you back in a bit, I have my hands full of caulk right
> now'....dead silence on the other end, and now I am pissed cause I think
> he hung up on me after I went to such lengths to answer the damn phone,
> and I say, 'did you hear me?? are you there??' To which my brother
> replies...'uhhhh yah I heard you, ummmm I will talk to you later, k bye'
> and THEN he hangs up.
>
> So I finish what I am doing and as I am wiping the caulk from my hands,
> I am thinking back on the conversation wondering why my brother was
> acting so strangely, and finally I get the joke....I guess I shoulda
> spelled caulk for him, huh. So by the time I go to call him back I am
> pissing myself laughing, wishing I could have seen the look on his
> face....and I finally spit out what I was ACTUALLY doing, but I am not
> sure he believed me......