For some reason this last month and a half has been very hard on my memory. Pat is just about sick of hearing me ask, "Where is _____?"
About three weeks ago I lost my cell phone, yes, three weeks. Today I finally found it.
I texted pat once I got to work to let him know it was found. Instead of texting a simple I found my phone, I texted "sweet" figuring he would see the text and know the phone was in my possession.
He texted back "?"
I did not have time to call him and also wanted to see if he would figure it out over time. I called him from my office after lunch. He had not figured it out. He was in the middle of saying that he thought I had sent the text from work when he realized that was not likely.
I celebrated with a call to my Grandma (who was not home) then my parents (who are not chopped liver). I missed talking to people.
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