Honestly, I hated that thing. And seriously why did it have to blink? It was as if it was taunting me:

“You know all those things you wanted to get done today? Not gonna happen.”

“I’m blinking, so you know you have messages, but you don’t know how many. Could be 1, or could be 10, but you’ll have to dial in to find out.”

“Hmmm . . . I wonder who left you a message. Maybe it’s a teen thanking you for a great Life Night. Or maybe it’s an irate parent.”