Break time again.
I’m gonna hit the mountain of clothes in a few. I’m getting hungry. Think I’ll toast a bagel. Just gotta wait a few minutes, though. I mopped the floor.
I need to find a way of getting Diana to remember to put the phone back on the charger. I put it on to charge this morning, then she called a few minutes after she left. About ten minutes after that, some “TOLL-FREE NUMBER” called. The charge that was left on it lasted long enough for me to pick the handset up to see the ID. Then it flashed, said “OUT OF SERVICE”, and died.
Maybe publicly commenting on the fact that the phone needs to be charged in order to work will serve as a reminder.
Most likely it’ll just make her mad.
I LOVE YOU! SORRY! DON”T BE MAD!
Well, it’s time for that bagel.
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