Last night Hubby was opening some packaging. We got a few things in the mail: our new kitchen table, some baby care stuff, a new cell phone, etc. He has a habit of talking aloud when he works.
"This contains a substance known to cause cancer in the state of California"
"Wow...they all say that. Glad we're in Virginia, right?"
I can almost here the badum-bum of the drummer.
And yes, we found my cell phone. It was smashed on a main thoroughfare. I must've left it on the roof of the car and it fell off. And after going almost a week without mine, I've discovered I cannot function without one. If we do get rid of a phone, it'll be our landline.