With a Star at the End

The voicemail on my home phone (shock horror I have a landline) remains the same as when I changed it during chemo. I kept thinking how little help my Bunny Boys were when I couldn't get to the phone fast enough (yes, toilet joke) or when I was at the hospital for treatments. I mean what a couple of loafers. Seriously no help at all. Peanut tried to chew my catheter after my Uretal Reimplant surgery because it got in his way but that isn't what this blog is about, it's about my voicemail. And messages left on it.

My outgoing message goes "Hello! You've reached Heidi, Peanut, and Pickle! If Peanut or Pickle could come to the phone right now this wouldn't be happening. Please leave a message! Thank You!" My name is spoken very clearly. As well as two lovely freeloader loves of my life unhelpful bunnies. I have subsequently left my voicemail the same as it is technically true. If they could, they would. 💖🐇

Flash to the present day, and EVERY TIME my therapist's office calls to confirm an appointment and leaves a message.  "Hello, this message is for HEE-DEE." Not Heidi, not Hay-dee, not even Hi-Die (which has happened.) Without fail, HEE-DEE. Is this a new thing where words are being pronounced the opposite of their historical pronunciation? The new fad to LITERALLY change words, i.e literally? It makes me laugh.

Should I try being HeeDeE? Like Sarah Jessica Parker's SanDeE in "L.A. Story?" Just in my head.

Maybe just at my therapist's.