I was having a nice quiet evening. No one called all night. I avoided looking at the computer for the first time all week. I listened to some music and read a little. Then, I realized why I wasn’t getting any calls. I had unhooked the phone to connect the phone cord to the Tivo. I had left my cell phone in my car.
When I went down to the car, I saw that I had over twenty messages on my cell phone. Sophia and my mother were about to call the police, thinking I might have been kidnapped or killed. They had sent numerous emails, even postings on my blog. When I called each of them up, they yelled at me, calling me irresponsible for not having my phone on and with me. When I laughed about the whole situation, Sophia hung up on me.
Remember the old days, before cell phones, when no one went crazy if they couldn’t reach you?
It was a quiet night quiet evening. Apologies to anyone who tried to call.
Haha. Sounds like my family. My mom hates that I live alone, and her biggest nightmare is that god forbid something happens to me and no one will be there to help.
Hey, Neil hasn’t blogged in over 45 minutes. Call 911! Get the paddles ready! CLEAR!
Ok, today I haven’t blogged for 49 minutes.