I was (almost) so busted!!
I ran errands this morning, after Stud Muffin helped me take the trash to the dump. Nothing much to report, except I paid $1.83 for gas with my grocery store wavy thing.
I returned home with lots to do. The clouds are coming in and the temperature will drop to 25*F tonight! That's cold folks! I'll be shivering in my hula skirt.
So, anyway, I needed to get in some more firewood and mow (at least) the backyard to get rid of as much fruit from the Squirtwood tree as I could hit with the mower. Sassy barfed twice last night at 1:15 AM. I want these suckers gone, I say!
I mowed. The backyard and both side yards. When I returned the mower to the shop, however, my cell phone was nowhere to be found. I had put it in my pants pocket, so that if I drove off of a cliff into the forest or I mowed over a snake, I could call Stud Muffin so at least he could laugh at me. How could I explain that I lost my phone, in my own yard?!?
Check around the mower in the shop. No phone. Sh*t! Okay, drive the buggy over all the lawns I've mowed and pray feverishly that I don't compound the problem by running the dang thing over. Horrible visions of my pretty lavender Razr phone lying amongst the leaves in pieces after I mowed over it flash before my eyes.
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What if Studly won't buy me another new phone? What if I have to carry this old thing around?
Photo by blinkfirst.com Say, does this phone make my butt look fat?
I mow over things all the time. Walnuts, sticks, snakes. Some of them make horrific noises and shoot out in pieces. So, how could I find just where the phone squeezed out of my pocket like a Push-Pop? Driving around wasn't getting the job done. I got the house phone, started calling myself and walked outside.
There! I heard it! Singing away somewhere in the backyard! Hopefully, NOT covered in Squirtwood fruit!
There you are!!
Safe and sound, singing right along.
Whew! Okay. My heart rate is returning to normal.
And we won't tell Studly that I ran around the backyard yelling Marco/Polo into the great forest beyond. That's just between us, right?