If you have been trying to get a hold of me this weekend, you have probably been met with my voice mail.Â You may have left multiple messages that have gone unacknowledged and you may or may not be cursing my name at this point.Â I may have stood you up this weekend because I didn’t have access to your phone number.Â Why didn’t I have access to you number? Well, it was stored in my cell phone. Why is that a problem, you ask?
Because I killed my phone.
It’s too humiliating to write about right now, so let’s just say that I now have no cellphone. It was inadvertent, of course.Â My phone is like an appendage of my body, so even Jon knows that it was an accident and not a ploy to get a new phone.
Researching it has been a bitch.Â I have to try and figure out how to buy a fairly inexpensive phone that miraculously doesn’t suck.Â So…If anyone out there uses the Great and Abominable Cell Phone Company (Sprint.Â My whole family has it or I SO WOULDN’T) and you have a phone that I don’t have to sign a second mortgage to obtain…Please let me know.