Rather than doing the simple thing and writing down my new home phone number until he can remember it, Craig insists on calling me on my cell phone when he knows that I'm home. My cell reception sucks ass in my apartment (thank you Sprint, after my contract is up, I will no longer be your loyal customer), he knows this, yet still insists on calling me on my cell. Jackass! Today for the second time this week, I've had to take his call out on my patio, upon opening my door, the lovely Kinsey makes her escape. So there I am chasing my dog down in the snow while wearing nothing on my tootsies but socks. She did that great dog game of letting me get really close to her before hunching down and taking off...ggrrrrrrr. By the time I finally caught up with her, she was in the front of my building, as a matter of fact, right in front of my apartment door. But, the front door is locked, so we got to walk all the way around to the back of the building (in the snow, in my socks). I call Craig back (from my home phone) to tell him of this adventure, and what does he do, but laugh. Jackass. Today would be one of those days where I really don't know why I keep him.