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When I was a kid, one of the houses we lived in had an intercom system. The intercoms were kind of ugly box-like things built into the walls. I think my mother tried using it a few times, then everyone gave up on it. It was weird and very 70’s and….maybe, just maybe, we were prone to switching it to the Off position so she couldn’t so easily call us downstairs to set the table when we were busy playing our David Cassidy records.
And maybe, just maybe, I thought I was smarter than my mother when I realized the Princess’s separate phone line in her room, so she can talk all she wants to her endless flock of friends, could be used like an intercom system–only better because she would never not pick up a ringing phone. A ringing phone–it is her beacon, her magnetic force, her very reason for being. I have leaped over Formica tables and barrelled into antique spinning wheels in the old farmhouse trying, and failing, to beat her to a ringing phone. But– Now! How handy! No need to haul my lazy self up the stairs to her loft bedroom, or worse, yell up there. I can just call her!
Turn the TV down!
Come down here and feed the dogs!
Go to bed!
I am a genius.
Then she called me.
Princess: “I want a sandwich, you know, on your bread, lightly toasted. Just to where it’s a little bit crispy but not hard. Just lightly toasted. LIGHTLY. Mayonnaise, ketchup, ham, and swiss.”

“And,” she finished up, “I’d like a Coke with that.”
Moment of silence.
Me: “Well, I’m not bringing it up there! You’re going to have to come get it!”
Cuz, you know, I have this whole situation under control.
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She could be driving and pulling up to the kitchen window right?
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He made his own sandwich. :mrgreen:
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Yes, I see you have everything under control, Suzanne.
Back in my day…! Well, yeah, back in my day it was me asking how high when my parents said, “Jump.” You know what I mean. I fetched and carried and Mom’s reasoning was always that my legs were younger than hers.
Couldn’t argue with that logic.
BTW, I see Princess’s room is already well-lived in. :rotfl:
-Kim
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Hey, wait a minute. You can’t get cable but she can get cell reception? That doesn’t seem fair.
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Her room is an alcove-style with 6 4′ by 6′ windows. Her request is to have two of those go away (by our neighbors driveway.
She spent three hours Sunday picking the perfect paint color and bedding ensemble.
It’s going to be a long week.
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When I was growing up, we could call our phone number from the very phone with that number and it would ring! I received many a wake up calls, dinner calls, “turn down the stereo” calls, and “are you cleaning your room” calls. Bummer I never thought to order a sandwich! I think it still works, so I’ll see if that fly’s next time I visit my parents. HA!
Too cute post – thanks for the trip down memory lane!
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I text 13 (no, I don’t even bother calling) to come do his chores, walk the dog, finish his homework, bring me something from upstairs.
And yes, from time to time, it works both ways. Once, he needed toilet paper…
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I think the next time she’s in the kitchen, you should call her from her room and order a sandwich!
Linda~
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I’m with the person who suggested the dumb waiter. Can’t Steve just rig something up, quick-like, you know?
BTW, my husband has been wanting to know what’s going on with you and 52. He’s a bit addicted to that story for some reason (oh, you know me, I can wait out a good romance…NOT!)perhaps having to do with our own age difference….so you know, I”m not asking for myself!! Not at all. It’s for my husband. I see 52 WAS mentioned when you were planting the other day…but I think he (not me) would really like more details…
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What can I say, I’m a spinner.
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Yea for Princess’ phone, which reminds me, when I was her age, I had a “princess phone”. Remember those? :mrgreen:
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