adventures with the phone karma police

This entry could be as long as my fire curtain story was, but I am too 'over it' to try to explain the details.

In short, I hate phones, I have always hated phones, and now phones hate me. I have had problems getting reception at my apartment and office, so I asked my insurance to get me a new phone. That phone should have been called the LG paperweight, because it didn't do a damn thing right!!! I luckily held on to the phone from before so I can actually check my voicemails from the calls I don't receive---grrr.

So, if you have tried to reach me in the last week, you probably didn't hear the phone ring on my end. Don't worry, I didn't either :-P

Often I turn my ringer off, more often my batteries die as my phone searches endlessly for signal. Still I don't know that until I reach in the purse and check; a habit I try to keep at bay. Regardless, you have seen me ignore my phone if I am busy--sometimes at dinner, sometimes at movies, sometimes just because I don't want to hear the thing. Still, I love you, I just also love a little peace now and again. This week that was not the case. I wanted to get the calls and messages as badly as you want and needed me too. I am sorry. ...this time it wasn't personal. ;-)