Today I was minding my own business, hanging with the kids, when my cell phone alerted me I had a text message.  I figured it was from Bill since he likes to text me when he’s at church.  I looked at the number and it was an 817 area code phone number that I didn’t have in my contacts.  The message said “Send me your pic.”  I thought “well that’s funny.”  So I texted back “Who is this?”  The other person texted back and said “David.”  I do happen to know several Davids, none of which would text and ask to see my picture.  So I responded, “David who?”  To which weirdo replied, “Who this?”  He could of at least used proper grammar like I did.  So I replied and said, “You are texting the wrong person.”  And finally, he responded, “O ok.”  I went on with my hanging and forgot about it.

Well, two hours later we are sitting at dinner when my cell phone alerts me again that I have a text message.  This time it is from a 469 area code and I don’t have this person in my contacts either.  The text message is a photo of two puppies on a blanket.  It was sort of strange but I thought maybe it was from my cousin.  I didn’t respond and one minute later I get another message from this same number.  It’s the picture of some guy.  So, I take a picture of Bill with my phone (I made him take his hat off so his shaved head would look mean and scary) and send it back to the stalker.  Here is the transcript of the next few texts between me and freakhead (and no I am not typing wrong this is the exact transcript, I’m documenting it for evidence):

Freakhead:  Who this lollipop girl

Me: You have the wrong person

Freakhead: U tex me a pics lollipop girl

Me:  You have the wrong phone number

Freakhead: Ok what ever this num b off tomorrow any ways lollipop girl

I was a little freaked out.  First of all, I have listened to my share of “Fitty” and I am NO lollipop girl.  I told Bill I think someone has written my phone number on a bathroom wall in a prison with some bad girl message.  HELLO, I am as un-bad girl as you can get.  So leave me alone anonymous freak people.  I don’t have time to text people I don’t know, take pictures of my husband to send to you weird people, and document all of this for evidence when I decide to have my police sergeant friend Chad Gann come hunt you down and give you some pain!

Well, other than these random occurences, it has been a lovely day.

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