My cell phone was missing for over a week. I last had it when picking up my husband from the airport on Saturday, the 13th.
The first couple of days, I just figured I’d left it on the counter somewhere.
Then I was coughing too much to go anywhere so looking for it got tabled.
By the end of the week, I was starting to wonder what on earth I had done with it because I clearly remembered the following:
1. I was talking to Hubby on it when I picked him up at the airport. (yeah for hands free!)
2. When we got home, I unplugged the ear bud from the phone, left the ear bud in the car, and pocketed my cell phone to charge upstairs.
So, last Friday, I began turning our home upside down in earnest to find it. I looked everywhere. Yesterday (Monday) I bit the bullet and looked all the last places.
Nothing.
GRRRRR.
I was not a happy camper. (And unfortunately my countenance showed it. Blech.)
So Hubby was looking.
He looked all the places I had looked to no avail.
I was ready to cry. Did I mention that this phone is only about two months old and that it was replacing a three year old piece of junk that pretended to be a phone? Definitely not a cool situation.
Then Hubby walks in and shows me my phone.
“What in the the world, folks?” (To quote Dr. Plew.)
He found it in my fleece jacket pocket.
All of a sudden, it made sense. My memory wasn’t failing me and I’m not going crazy. I DID put the phone in my pocket… I just didn’t remember that I stopped wearing MY fleece jacket this week and started borrowing HUBBY’S fleece jacket because “the Belly” was getting too big for mine. (Maybe the problem is thinking that Hubby’s jacket IS mine for the last few weeks of pregnancy?)
So my phone is back in commission and not a moment too soon.
YIPPEE!!!!