Who's got the Cell phone ????

I always hate to wear those blue pagamas, I got from my mother in law...hmmm....

Last saturday I was cleaning my small appartment. During our lunch break inside, I heard a cell phone ring, and it sounded familiar, so I wondered which one of us two present was receiving a phone call. None of us jumped up to catch their phone, and the little chime kept ringing.

Actually it sounded closest to me, so I decided to start looking for it. Maybe it was in the other room behind me?

I peeked my head in there only to hear it on the counter that had been beside me.

So I turned to look in the purse on the counter, and I still heard it, but not in the purse; it was back towards the front door past the opposite counter.

Finally the ring stopped and I gave up, figuring my husband still moving furniture must have had his cell phone.

Seconds later my hubby's phone rang, and he laughed when he answered a call from my mother at home. While he was finding out who she had tried to call first, he asked me where my phone was.

“In my back pocket. I can feel it,” I answered with annoyance. I mean, I would know if it was my phone, because I knew where my phone was.

It’s a trick I learned from helping people move. Stick your phone and your keys in the back pocket of your pagamas where you won’t lose them, miss calls, or have stuff in your way carrying big boxes and such.

My mother must have told my husband that she called me, because he said my name, and everything suddenly fit together.

I’d been chasing my own phone in my back pocket. No wonder wherever I looked the sound seemed to be behind me!

hmmm... I will never ever wear that apparel again....