Oh where Oh where did my little phone go
Oh where Oh where can it be?
We are packing up and selling the house.
We've wanted to move for a few years now...so we are finally just going to jump right in and do it!
(Incase your wondering where we are moving to- we don't know. Somewhere here in Lincoln, but first things first.)
I've been packing boxes for a week and half now...little boxes (no heavy lifting! I swear!)
I've been using the 'Clean Sweep' sorting system of keep- charity- throw away.
Well, yesterday I was packing up the play room. I was sorting, organizing, cleaning and packing all at the same time. Finally around 1:30- the room was done. pfhew!!!!! I start up the stairs and decide I should call John and tell him how awesome I am...that was alot of work!
Hmmmm? Where's my phone? Its not in my pocket....maybe its in the playroom.
So I grab the house phone and call my cell phone so that I can hear it ring. Nothing.
I shut off the radio so that I can get a better bearing on where my little phone might be...
Then I hear it! I follow the sound like a super sleuth hot on the trail- the ringing is getting louder.... OH CRAP! Its coming from a huge pile of boxes!
"Please let it be on the floor next to them! Please let it be on the floor next to them!" I begin to chant as I slowly approach the leaning tower of boxed toys.
Nope. I packed my phone in one of twelve boxes.
The day before I lost my super awesome black mega sharpie....Wanna know where I found it!? It the backyard flower garden! Interesting...