"You know," Eve said as I turned to look at her, she was flipping through channels on the television, "We haven't changed our house voicemail in a while." I stared at her blankly, "We have a house phone?" Eve chuckled and shook her head before paying her attention back to the television screen,"yeah you used it before you got a high tech cell phone."

It was just me and Eve downstairs at the moment, Shane was at work and Michael was upstairs. "We should record a new one." I shrugged, not really caring. "Wait," I said pouting, "go back to SpongeBob, you know we always watch SpongeBob." Eve rolled her eyes, "You should stop spending so much time with Shane."

Michael walked down the steps, waddling like the penguin he wishes he was. "You know," he said implying that he was listening to our conversation, "We should record a new message." Eve chuckled looking at him, "Vampire hearing, pain in the mother-fucking ass."

I just shook my head as I looked back over my book, "We should wait till Shane comes home," I said as I read the page of how toilets were invented, what the hell was wrong with Myrin? "Shane can bite me," Eve said as she walked over to grab the home phone. She dialed a number, something I wasn't really caring or paying attention to.

"Hey, you got the Glass house-"Eve said before she was interrupted by Michael yelling, "WAIT I WANT TO GET MY GUITAR!" She sighed and pressed whatever button was for cancel and when Michael came back with his guitar she tried again, "Hey you've got the glass house, This is Eve," she pushed the phone towards Michael who was strumming his guitar and in the most seductive voice ever he said, "Hello everyone I'm Michael Glass, if you are trying to contact me about recording contracts, you should have called my cell."

Eve pressed cancel again, "What the hell was that Miky?" He shrugged. Eve groaned and Shane took that moment to fly through the door, literally. The door was pushed open as he flew through the air into the room we all were in.

While Eve was trying to talk Shane yelled, "Hey People." I swear, Eve was about to throw that phone right in his mouth "Is it so hard to record a freaking voicemail?" She dropping the phone and crossed her arms. Michael looked freighted, Shane looked confused, but I walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello, "I said, "This is the Glass house. If you aren't looking for Shane, Claire, Eve, or Michael, you have the wrong number. However, if you are looking for us then you have the right number. If you are looking for Eve, try her cell. If you are looking for Michael it's easier to call him on his cell. If you are looking for Shane, well….he's probably ignoring you if you have to call the house, and If you are looking for Claire, she might be at school."

I hung the phone and gave them all a look, and said sarcastically, "That was so hard." I shook my head, taking my spot on the couch again. "That sucked, "Shane said sitting down beside me. "No it didn't," Michael said. Eve laughed softly, "Yes, yes it did."

So my dear readers, if you ever call the Glass house and the voicemail is still the same, this is the reason. No one could ever agree on a new message. However, after some time, everyone used their cell phone and just threw away the old home phone