I can't find my cellphone!! Joan and I have looked high and low--literally-- for it. Three or four times. I look and she goes and looks right behind me. You know how it is when you look at something but don't see it? We were working on that notion.
Doesn't do any good for Joan to ring the number, as it goes directly to voicemail.
Last time I distinctly remember having the phone in my hand was Thursday afternoon when I got the message Service Unavailable. Tore my bed apart this evening, hoping to find the phone hiding in the covers. No luck. Tried the refrigerator and the microwave. The little cubbies in the bathroom where I keep spare TP and stuff. Under the bathroom sink. Under every piece of furniture. Even my car, which I knew would be zilch, as I hadn't been in the car since Thursday when the phone went out of service.
Missy is mum about the whole thing and Banshee wonders what all the fuss is about.
If I buy a new phone--which I can't afford right now, anyway--I'll sure as shootin' find my little black flip top.
Well, I've exhausted every place I can think of, possible or silly, so I guess I'll go to bed.
I found it!!!!!!!!!
And I remember now when I put it where I found it.
And why I put it there.
But I don't think I'm going to make my confession right now. *Blushing*