Attached to the Hip

Up until yesterday I never realized that I’m a Siamese twin. So my cell ran out of batteries and I left the charger in Chris’s car, what did I do? I ran around like a crazy woman. I went to court, clinching the phone tightly in my fist, as if the battery would just magically come back to life the next time I turn it on. Throughout the night I would check, and re-check my cell by turning it on and off to see if it indeed was, dead. In the morning I borrowed another cell phone and left 4 messages on Chris’s machine pleading for him to come and bring me the charger. He eventually did, and I found out that I had missed 13 calls…breathing a sigh of relief I said “hello world!”, as if I ever left it in the first place…

Ps: I’m forming a group called CA (cellphonalics Anonymous); it’s a de-tox program 1 hour at a time. Baby steps. Anyone interested?