Marissa

There is a Mia Maid in my Young Women class named Marissa. Every Tuesday night, like clockwork, she calls me an hour before mutual to ask what we're doing for the activity that night. (I will add that she comes to church every Sunday, and appears to be listening when the activity is announced.) If I can't answer the phone, she hangs up when the answering machine comes on. Then she tries my cell phone. Again, she doesn't leave a voice mail. If she still hasn't reached me, she repeats the home phone then cell phone pattern every ten minutes until I can answer. I have complained about this to Greg, and now, when the phone rings at 6 o'clock on Tuesday he calls out "It's Marissa!" without checking the caller-id. Last night, the phone rang at about that time, and Taylor grabbed the phone and handed it to me. She grinned at me and said, "It's Arissa!"