On Tuesday night, I made the mistake of leaving my almost dead cell phone on the coffee table and forgetting about it.
On Wednesday morning, I went to make a phone call and couldn’t find my phone. We searched high and low. Since our cell phones are our only phones, not knowing where mine is isn’t a good thing. I used hubby’s phone to make the call, and spent the rest of the day looking for my phone. I *knew* that Lulu was the culprit. She has a terrible tendency of walking off with my stuff any time I leave it within her reach. I’ve found my keys in the toy box, in the kitchen cupboards, and even in the refrigerator. I checked all of her usual hiding places, and while I found other items that had gone missing, (my favorite bracelet, the missing earring, my crappy digital camera), I still couldn’t find my phone. (And I did realize that I need to be a *lot* better about putting my stuff away!) I tried calling it, but it never rang – probably because the battery was dead the night before it went missing and I never put it on the charger. I was out of luck.
I went to bed last night, hoping and praying I’d find my phone this morning.
A few minutes ago. Lulu found my phone. I was taking absolutely everything out of my kitchen cupboards when I heard, “Mama! Phone! Phone, Mama!”
Yes, Lulu found the phone. It was tucked ever so neatly into the glove of the boys Spiderman chair. The one place I didn’t look.
Take a look for yourself in our re-enactment photos:
So, there you have it. Mystery Solved. Hopefully now I’ll be a little more careful about where I leave my cell phone and other trinkets! The phone is back on the charger, well out of the reach of little fingers. At least for today.