Busted!
Excerpts from The Aimless Files:

A typical chaotic weekday evening in the Aimless household....[T]he phone rings, and naturally we let the machine pick up:

Hello, Aimless? This is Bob, from synagogue. I was wondering if you wanted to serve on a planning committee for the Rabbi's retirement party. Please call me back when you have a moment....

Ten minutes later...the phone intrudes again:

Hello Aimless? This is Bob again. I just called your mom to find out where you are. She says you and Chef are home feeding your kids hamburgers for dinner. So why aren't you picking up the phone?

My editorial comment - if Bob can't understand why Aimless can't pick up the phone in the middle of feeding kids hamburgers, perhaps Bob is Clueless....