At our apartment, we have an intercom system to unlock the door for guests. When Bret goes to the gym in our complex, he doesn’t take his keys if I’m home. So, last night when he buzzed, I answered in a high pitched voice.
“It’s me Wifecakes.”
“Who is Wifecakes?”
Here I buzzed him in.
When he came in the door, he told me I had him convinced that it wasn’t me.
Wifecakes for the win. 🙂