Let me just say, I rarely got a phone call on this thing until I lost it. Then it disappeared and suddenly everyone's been trying to get me on my cell phone -- or so they say.
So here it is, but do not feel obligated to call me for the sole purpose of assuring me of my popularity. I still hate talking on a phone.*
*And 3/4 of the time I forget to bring it with me so, in the words of Douglas Adams, "Don't Panic." And know I always remember my towel.
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So where/how did it mysteriously turn up?
It had fallen behind the drawers inside the double-sided desk. I was trying to get the pull-out tray to work, once and for all, and took out all the drawers. I found it, three pieces of Easter chocolate, a hair elastic and one of my brown combs, along with a bunch of recipes I'd printed out and stuffed in the drawer...along with my phone.
I have a friend that seriously resents the fact that I don't even own a cell phone...
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