In...wait...for...it...my...handbag.
Yes, you read correctly. It was in my handbag! All that time.
Being carried around town while I searched for it.
Set on silent. Which I have never done before. I think my 7 year old son did it while playing games on it at the pool.
I don't think I will ever live that experience down.
I found it at Westfield last weekend at the end of a very stressful shopping expedition with OH and the kids.
I went to get something else from a part of my bag I never use and there was my phone.
I made some sort of shocked exclamation at which OH started to convulse.
I quietly told him to take the kids to Maccas before I burst into tears or had a nervous breakdown.
Then I went to a bookshop and calmed down.
Thankfully peace was restored after a trip to the foodcourt and a can of Coke.
I will NEVER live this one down.
Oh yeah, and BTW, on Wednesday at the pool my son flushed his swimmers down the toilet.
Are we having fun yet?
2 comments:
Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving my first comment. It sounds like you had quite a traumatic time finding your lost cell phone! I am glad you found it, though.
that's funny that it was in your handbag LOL! I've misplaced my keys before and that's where they were!!
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