The first one happened a few days ago when I saw a missed call on my cell phone.
So I called the number and while I was waiting for someone to pick up on the other line, my home phone started ringing. I had to drop the call on the cell and answer the land line, but no one would answer. Frustration mounting, I tried to call the mystery number on my cell phone and my home phone rang again!! "That's it!" I said, "there better be someone on the other line this time!" I ended the call on the cell, picked up the home phone...and finally realized that I am completely insane! The number on my cell was my home number. I had been calling myself and getting frustrated because there was no answer!! Oh wow. It's bad.
Now, the next "mysterious" phone call happened yesterday. My cell phone started ringing and I answered. I could tell someone was on the other line, but they weren't talking. All I could hear was a lot of scuffling around. This time, I realized my home phone was calling me!! Boston had got a hold of the phone in my room!! He must have hit redial! When I found him, he was smiling from ear to ear!