I thought I lost my phone yesterday. I came back from the pool, had an argument with the hubster, ate dinner, hopped into the shower before I realized my phone was missing. I have this trick when I can't find my phone and the hubster is not around to call it for me: I use the ipad's facetime feature to call myself. I figure that if the phone is in the house it's connected to the wifi and will receive the call and ring. I walked around the house with the ipad and no ringing. Uh Oh! Where could it be?
The last time I remember it was taking it to the pool. Could I have been so silly to leave it at the pool? I ran to the pool and there it was, sitting on the lounger. I guess in my groggy half asleep state, I packed everything up except the phone. I'm glad that very few people visit the pool and my phone was still there. I would have been mighty angry and upset if some little apartment hooligan had walked off with it.
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