I lost my phone. I thought it was next to me on the couch. Or maybe in the couch. The couch doesn’t have separate cushions, but there is an opening in the fabric in the back near the support that my cell loves to dive for and it’s difficult to get out of….. Anyway. I couldn’t find my phone.
So the man of the house tried to call my phone.
Tried again. Still silence.
Had it fallen out of my pocket on the way home from work? No, I’d texted a friend earlier. I stood up to move the couch and … my phone falls off my lap to the floor. We hadn’t heard it because it was insulated between my corduroy-covered belly and thigh.
(Yes, we laughed.)
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