Well, I've got some good news.I found my cell phone!!
(In the washing machine).
So, rather than focusing on that which I've lost with my found phone, I've set a timer, and I plan to devote the next seven minutes to basking on the bright side (five... four... three... two... go!)
1. My cell phone is clean.
2. Now, I have an excuse for why I don't answer my phone.
3. I can switch to a local number.
4. I can save $50/mo and spearhead a payphone revolution.
5. Um, I don't even get cell reception on this island.
6. In case you were wondering, I can confirm (for the second time), that this
7. One less thing to do while driving.
8. I can stop looking for my phone.
9. Maybe I'll finally start checking pockets before washing. And maybe I won't.
Five... four... three... two... one.
Now, THAT was fun.
1 comment:
My phone went blank without even a thorough cleaning. The hardest part was losing all the phone numbers (yep, yours and Paul's too.)
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