Bizarro World is Upon Us (or at least me)

Okay, so I am making my famous stuffed red peppers this afternoon and a woman calls my cell. Only my sis and my hubby call my cell, so I was curious about this caller, Sandy, she says she is. I don't know any Sandy, so when the call gets disconnected, I hang up. The number is from Seattle Washington, and I don't know anyone there, so I figure it is a telemarketer and think nothing of it. I then get a voicemail from the said Sandy and she really wants to talk to me, but telemarketers have done that line so I forgetaboutit. Keep in mind I have spoken to at least 5 telemarketers today so I am not happy about that. I then get a call from my insurance company and spend the next 55 minutes on the line with some old woman (that sounds too much like my Nanny to hang up on her), regarding ever aspect of my medical health. Fun, especially since she has never heard of half my meds and I have to spell them out for her. Also fun because she feels the need to discuss her recent "bowel retraining excercises, as well as her father's diagnosis of Crohn's and subsequent downhill spiral that ended in death. Very cheerful gal. Then I get another call from Sandy. She asks me if I am Elizabeth, and I am, so we talk for about 15 minutes before we determine that she got my number for a Elizabeth Jones regarding control of feral cats. After much discussion about said feral cats, I mention my sympathy for her situation, but sadly, I cannot do anything about her cat problem. I am not, in fact, the wonderous Elizabeth Jones, Queen of the Feral Cats. I'm just me. But I felt that this was just another example of the constant insanity that is my life. Twilight zone anyone???