9:10 p.m. I dial the phone, calling what I think is my DH's cell phone.
Me: Oh, I'm so sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number.
W: Who are you trying to call?
M: My husband's cell phone. And there had better not be a lady picking it up.
W: I don't know your husband.
M: Oh, I know. I just dialed the wrong number.
M: I'm sorry to have disturbed you so late. Have a good night.
W: Thanks. You too. Good night.