I am SO fucking glad. I have been looking for this fucking phone for six fucking days.
It was cold last week. I wore a corduroy shirt with an upper pocket. It’s been warm since then. Tonight it’s cold again. I put the corduroy shirt on tonight. In the pocket is the damn fucking phone. As you can tell by my language I am very very relieved. As I was shining the flashlight under every piece of furniture in the house I am thinking “While I am looking here, where the phone is not, there is somewhere where the phone actually IS. ”
What a weird feeling.
Anyway. I got out my old old phone today and put it in my purse to take it to Verizon to get it activated tomorrow. Was that the catalyst to my finding of my lost phone? Who the hell knows? Do I look like I know anything?
I DO know that I am SO phucking happy to have found my phucking phone. 🙂