Carnivorous Furniture
My comfy chair has eaten my cell phone.
I hope to be able to get it back out without taking an axe to the chair, but I haven't actually *found* it yet. When a friend texted me an hour ago, the text tone came from somewhere under my left thigh. I replied to the text from my laptop, felt under the cushions and in the cracks for the phone without success, and then turned the chair upside down and gave it a good shake. Cracker crumbs, out-of-date business cards, and 3 paperbacks, but no phone.
At 5:10am tomorrow, my alarm will go off, and I'll be by the chair waiting for it.
I'd tell you to tune in tomorrow for more on this exciting adventure, but it's not all that exciting.
I hope to be able to get it back out without taking an axe to the chair, but I haven't actually *found* it yet. When a friend texted me an hour ago, the text tone came from somewhere under my left thigh. I replied to the text from my laptop, felt under the cushions and in the cracks for the phone without success, and then turned the chair upside down and gave it a good shake. Cracker crumbs, out-of-date business cards, and 3 paperbacks, but no phone.
At 5:10am tomorrow, my alarm will go off, and I'll be by the chair waiting for it.
I'd tell you to tune in tomorrow for more on this exciting adventure, but it's not all that exciting.