Life can be interesting in our household. Like yesterday my iPhone was missing. Now that is a disaster, right? Losing any cellphone is a problem but an iPhone? Mine has all sorts of personal information on it besides all the neat buttons.
I hunted. Not a sign of it. I hadn't been anywhere so I knew it had to be somewhere in the house. My husband was freaking out. I mean, somehow I think he was thinking that somehow it would get into the wrong hands. BRRRRRR. What a thought.
This went on all day. Finally my daughter-in-law, Wendy, suggested I call it. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? The only thing that worried me a little bit it had been very low in power. iphones without power don't work.
So I called it. It rang. Yay! Wendy said she could hear it and it sounded far away. I hunted upstairs. No luck. I went back downstairs and inlisted the help of Wendy and Theo. Wendy finally located it--in a drawer under a pile of rags.
I have to explain something at this point. I have set my iPhone to remind me when I have to take my medicine. At 10 AM it goes off with a very annoying little melody. It keeps up that disgustingly cheerful melody until you plug in a password and open it up. My son, Glenn, cannot abide that melody. It was Glenn who put my iPhone in the drawer under the pile of rags. He does not know the password. Wendy now has the password but if I know Glenn he will not have access to the password when the annoying little melody starts again so we will be vexed by a missing iPhone again at some point.
8 hours ago