My parents were horrific, but--BUT--a few of their rules are ingrained into me. I'm right there with you, Pooter--thanks a lot, mom!
Phone number wasn't to be handed out unless I had my mother's permission. It was their phone, they paid the bill, when I was willing to pay the bill, then I could hand it out willie-nillie.
No phone calls after 5pm. After five was the dinner hour, and dad's home from work & doesn't need to hear the phone ringing. Plus she felt there was nothing that couldn't wait until the following day at school. Teenage drama wasn't tolerated in that house.
NO PHONE CALLS ON WEEKENDS!! Non-debatable.
And--AND, we weren't allowed to go to anyone's house on Sunday. My parents believed it to be rude if we went knocking on anyone's door to see if their little darling could come out & play. Sunday was family day, dad's home from work day. Dads did NOT need their house filled with other peoples kids.
What I hated was when one of my 'friends' would decide they were pissed at me, and call my house at 3 am. I would get in trouble...you know...because I have control over what the schmuck did from their house...