The missing phone

We have a missing phone.

It's somewhere around the house.

But it's battery is dead.

Are y'all feeling this familiar woe?

Hardly anyone ever calls on the house phone except the telemarketers, parents and Judy. So, it's not an urgent need with 2 other phones still kicking. It would just be nice. The other night I decided to begin an extensive search. I began with the sofa cushions, then underneath the sofa, then under the bed, in the office, the spare rooms and then the car. Yes, the car because there was that one embarrassing time where I was talking on the home phone and was very deep into a conversation. I wish I could tell you that the conversation was on something really theological, but I doubt it got further than the discussion of what kind of car Angelina Jolie must drive with all those kids. Would you fall of your seat if I told you I graduated cum laude? Yes, it is so. So, I got halfway down the street and turned around when the connection was lost. Don't judge, we all have our days.

But my search proved useless. I came up with nothing just some dog toys, an empty water bottle and some dust. And back on the to-do list the missing phone goes.