...along with my PB&J sandwich and apple from Friday.
I got home on Friday after 6 and they were all missing. And don't ask me why that's the first time I missed my lunch.
I'm afraid that I:
1. WILL find the last 2 items still on my cart on Monday morning. Iwww.
2. WILL NOT find my phone.
Although Ryan's supposed to get a Crackberry from work this week so I can then transfer my service to his sweet KRAZR and ditch the sad old phone. The phone that was so cool 3 years ago that it's the replacement for the original that was stolen. Now it is a piece of poo. And also, apparently, lost.
So, if I'm not returning your calls, that's why. And not just the 300lb. Phone Syndrome.
If you know my number, you know Ryan's. Call him if you have an emergency.
Love and kisses,