Today I was the one 'who let the dogs out.' Both my son-in-law and daughter were working long hours, so they asked me to let the grand-dogs out about noon. I'm happy to do this because I hate to think of those three sad-eyed canines sitting around all afternoon with their little legs crossed. There was no problem with getting there or letting the dogs out, but while there I realized that, gasp!, I had left my phone at my FFs house. A side note here, I think it's a little unsettling (or maybe a lot) to see how dependent we've become on having our phones always with us. I'm just as guilty as anyone else. As soon as I realized it was missing, I tried to figure out how to get my phone. I didn't have time to go back and get it before my lunch date with a girlfriend, and I couldn't call my FF because my daughter doesn't have a land line, so I decided I could get along without it for one afternoon, and I did. I had one slightly frustrating moment when I wanted to check the time while waiting in the restaurant. There was no clock on the wall, I wasn't wearing a watch, and, of course, no phone.
What I didn't know was that, while I was getting through the afternoon phoneless, my considerate FF had discovered my phone at his house, driven with it to my daughter's house, and missed me by about five minutes. Meanwhile, my son-in-law saw my FF lurking around the front of their house on the camera, thought the skulker looked a little familiar and called my phone to check it out. They then had a delightful little text chat about how silly I was to forget my phone. Right! Like it never happened to them.
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