The Last Exile

The boys wanted to change the message on the answering machine. I told them they could record whatever they wanted as long as no profanity was used. I just couldn’t bring myself to care and allowing them to have control of the message on the answering machine seemed such a little thing to do to make them happy.

For the last few months hardly anyone has left a message which suits me just fine. The current message goes like this -

House of Montana, Head Douche Speaking.

Maybe I’ll get back to you and maybe I won’t

But then again, maybe you shouldn’t have called.

My youngest son is now complaining no one leaves messages anymore because our ‘message’ doesn’t sound like we are ’serious’ people, but I don’t know – I kind of like it this way.