My son, trying to help, dropped the laundry down the chute to the basement. I wasn’t paying attention and put my pants in the water. Unbeknownst to me, my phone was in the pocket, I thought I had left it on the bathroom sink.
I dropped all of the close in the washer. Mind you, I was proud of the fact that I had all of the laundry done in the house AND FOLDED for the first time in years. (except the socks. Life is too short to spend it mating socks.)
Later last night, I notice that said phone is missing. I look in all of the usual spots. (I’m a creature of habit.) I tried to call it. Once, twice, three times I went straight to voice mail. Mommy senses started tingling. I knew where it had gone before I even looked in the washer.
Good news, I get a new phone. Bad news, I have to go phone shopping. Phone shopping is almost as stressful as bra shopping.