RIP, old friend.
Granted, it had been dying little by little over the last few weeks...a cracked case, GPS that got lost in a paper bag, and strange stallouts. But I was counting on it to get me through until August 12...the day that my shiny, new phone is to arrive in the mail.
I never thought that my stalwart companion would resort to feline-assisted suicide. My hubby fished the poor, dripping thing out of a bowl of sudsy dishwater. The cat actually seems pretty pleased himself. The bastard.
(He's going to make a lovely pair of gloves...)
A moment of silence, please, for the recently departed.
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So here's my conundrum. Do I make do with my office phone and my house phone? Or do I go out and buy a 10-day replacement? Do I embrace the small amount of extra space in my life? Or do I find another lifeline? This question would be totally moot - I would go without - except that my boss, KPW is heading to the wilds of New York for several days, starting tomorrow.
I know... I know.
My five:
- Long drives and good conversation.
- Lobster.
- Silly dogs. Especially mine.
- Flexibility.
- Dreaming of autumn.
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