.....when I find my phone.
My close friends are always saying I NEVER answer my phone. This is not true. Never is such an absolute. I will answer occasionally, when I know where my phone is.
Locating my phone is like one of those I SPY books your kids have. Look carefully and in places you would least expect: the toy box, the diaper bin, the washing machine, buried in the back seat under a booster, and don't forget the cracks in the couch. This is my life with twins. It's not MY fault my phone is lost, but it is my fault for trusting them with it or letting them play with it like it's their favorite toy. Maybe if I had one of those fancy iPhone's or Blackberry's I would make the "hands off" rule like my husband does with his phone.
BUT you do have the cheeriest "I'm not here." message I've ever heard! :)
ReplyDeleteWyatt really looks like he's trying to call someone, maybe his Nanny! LOL
ReplyDeletep.s. Bernie is really me (Gale).