No Calls, Please

Most of you know that I don't like to talk on the phone. I talk on the phone as little as possible. I think I've made that clear. Today when I got home from the busy sanity fairy duties and the grocery shopping duties, I wanted a soak in the tub. Years ago someone gave us this huge claw-foot tub. John built a shelf above the tub for the tv, and I could lie in there for a long time. Which was my intent today. I was getting the water ready, and making sure the bubbles were plentiful, and John knocked on the door. I opened it and he was handing me the phone. I put it to my ear and said hello. "Oh, there's nobody there, but I'm going outside and you can have the phone." Poppers said.
I handed the phone back to him and told him by no means was I going to be answering the phone while I was in the tub. My time. My time. He had a strange look on his face, like I was breaking some rule or something.
My apologies to those of you who may have called, but I have my boundaries.