Let me preface this with: my cell phone being lost seems somewhat insignificant amongst the other things going on around this blog. But I type anyway so you will all sleep more soundly tonight.
I found my missing phone.
But I kinda wish I hadn't. It still smells like poops.
Last resort after tearing the house apart (twice) was to head to the curb and "inspect" the trash.
With watering eyes from the stench, I lifted a loaded diaper off my pink phone.
Guess it ain't time for an iphone after all.
***Picture is Nonie @ Dec's soccer with her "uniform on". Shirt says "when I grow up I want to play for Ireland". Obviously.
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