Wednesday, August 20, 2008


It was bound to happen, and today it did. I have always been VERY diligent about having my phone with me and handy so that if Cory called, I could answer. I sleep WITH my phone (not just on the night table beside me, but actually with it). Its always clipped to me or in my hand, no matter what I'm doing. And if by some chance, you see me and its not in my hand or on my hip, look at my ear - I have my blue tooth in! I've become quite obsessed with it, actually. I've only missed one call before today and that was when we were at the lake and he was able to leave the sweetest message for us! I knew I would probably miss that one.
But today, as I was heading to the car to go to lunch with Amy, my phone rang. It was down at the bottom of my purse and of course I could not get to it in time. I looked at the missed number and it wasn't a number I recognized. I breathed a sigh of relief. I checked my voicemail and my heart began to break. It was Cory. He was using a satellite phone and the message was broken. I sobbed. I haven't spoken with him in 5 days now, and the one chance I had, I couldn't get to my phone! Lesson learned: I've got to come up with some way to literally attach it to my hand, but still be able to use my hand! Either that, or glue my blue tooth to my ear. Anybody with any good ideas, I'll split the profit with you! Necessity breeds invention -isn't that what they say?


Tina said...

OMG that sounds like me!! I don't feel so weird now. hahahaha I've always got the phone in my hand or inches away, lying beside me at night. I was just telling my mom the other day that when Jack is home for good, I'm totally turning the cell phone off for 6 months and throwing it in a drawer!!