Well, as all y’all know, I like my house to be a certain way. Fun stuff, fun colors, calming music, very zen, if you will, but I don’t even know what that really means. Or is it fung shei, shway, shish? whatever.

To be honest, I’ve never really liked the ring of a phone. They’re loud, and, well, rude. They interrupt my time with that loud ring that assumes I’m just going to hop up and get it because there’s someone on the other end. Well, I’m not bossed around that easily. So, not a fan of the ring.

Then I heard my sister-in-laws phone and whaddyaknow! It chimed. Ahhhh, pleasant.

Beautiful. A calm “Hello, I’m ringing.” kind of sweet chime. Instead of a ‘HEY! PICK UP THE PHONE! SOMEONES CALLING!” kind of ring.

Finally, my home phone would no longer keep a battery charged (yes!) and I could go find a new one because we HAD to have a new one.

I bought one and got it all plugged in. Click, click, click. Where are the ring tones? Ah, here they are.

Blast! No good. All of them squawked or squealed or rang to blazin’ loud!

Back to the store.

New one.

Plug in. Please Jesus, let there be a soft ring.

“Doo-doolly-doo, doo-doolly-doo” YES!!

Now, I have a charming little ring that chimes at me when someone is calling. It politely lets me know that someone would like to speak to me and if I would be so kind as to come pick it up it would willingly let me converse with the person waiting.

Now I want to answer the phone instead of throw it through the window. I love technology.