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tragedy of the lost phone

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I lost my phone for awhile today. 

This used to happen all the time.  And then I'd find it in the deep recesses of the couch or in the back of my closet or behind the toilet or something.  But that was back when my phone was just good for stupid stuff, like talking to people.  blech.

But now I usually have my phone RIGHT THERE, because I'm one of those addicted-to-their-smart-phone people.  Sometimes I'll tell people that I lost it and that's why I couldn't answer their call, when really it's because I'm busy exploding chuzzles or browsing pinterest when they call and I don't want to be interrupted.  Or sometimes (ie. all the time) I just don't want to talk on the phone, so I lie and pretend it's lost.

But when I lost my phone for real today, I was pretty scared.  And I had to go to the school and help in Monkey's kindergarten class WITHOUT it.  And then I had to go to the grocery store and buy Orville Redenbacher's new Farmhouse Cheddar Popcorn (which happens to be really really tasty) WITHOUT it.  And then I came home and I looked around like crazy until I found it.

It had rolled itself up in a blanket on my bed like a little puppy - silly phone.

I was super happy when I found it.

And then I checked instagram, and did a sudoku puzzle to celebrate.

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LisAway said…
This post makes me feel a little better about my own phone issues...
9.12.12
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