so today . . . i lost my phone.
first of all, this is not the first time this has happened, but at least this time, i was pretty sure it was somewhere in the house. i knew i had brought it home with me. i remembered taking it upstairs when i went to fold the laundry. but when i settled down on the couch to go to facebook and, well, farm, i couldn't find it.
i wish i could say it was no big deal, but it WAS! without my electronics i shrivel up into a blob on the floor. it is insured, but i am hoping that nothing happens to it until the day the new palm phone comes out--then i will be HOPING i lose it, and HOPING sprint will replace it with one of the new models :) but that day is not today . . .
today, rollie is gone. on tuesday nights he goes and plays basketball with guys who know what they are doing. diandra is out too, as she usually is. and i can't find my phone.
that's why it is a problem. what if one of them needs to tell me something? what if there is an accident? what if i have an emergency? I NEED MY PHONE!!!
i have looked everywhere. i've been all over the bedroom, in the laundry that i didn't fold, the kitchen, even the bathroom. i've checked under the couch cushions, in my pockets, under the dog blanket. and then i looked everywhere again. and just in case i missed it, i looked one more time. they say that is the definition of insanity--doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result . . . i'm not arguing, but it HAD to be somewhere!
i thought about calling it so that i could locate it by listening to the ringer, but i didn't have my phone. i was going to text diandra so she could call me, but again, no phone . . . i was just about to plug in the house phone and use that, when my eyes fell to my handbag.
it couldn't be in my bag. i remembered taking the phone upstairs with me when i went to fold laundry. it couldn't be in my bag. it couldn't! i knew it wasn't there. but i had just spent quite a while looking in places where i knew it wasn't (after i'd looked there the first time) so before i plugged in the house phone to call, i thought, "just look in the handbag." so i did.
and, of course, that's where it was . . .
i still can't explain how it got there. as i said, i KNOW took it upstairs with me . . .