On Sunday, Casey got back from camping out with some international students. His phone had been acting up while he was gone, but things were about to take a turn for the worse. As he was getting cleaned up Sunday afternoon, his phone decided to off itself and jumped into the toilet bowl. The end result was that Casey had to take my cell phone. Since he doesn't work in an office, he wouldn't have had a phone all day for business calls. So, I'm without my phone for the next day or so. This wouldn't be much of a problem if I had a home phone, but I don't. So if a bogeyman tries to come in and get me this evening before Casey gets home, I guess I'll just have to perform ninjitsu on him myself.Oh, and an update on the fish situation . . . the new Charlie has been assassinated. The killer is not yet identified, but eye witness accounts detail the perp as having a long orange tail, agressive swim pattern and beady black eyes.
2 comments:
Haha. You can always pound Morse code into the wall and hope that Lubna can interpret it. :)
Sounds like Charlie prefers to live alone.
I would be so scared without a phone! You are a much braver girl than me! (is braver a word?)
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