It all started yesterday when I walked into the laundry room and Steve demanded I strip. Oh, don’t go getting all excited, when you’ve been married 13 years and your spouse demands that you strip, it’s because they want your laundry not your body. So I dutifully strip and throw my clothes in the laundry while I’m oogled by the demanding laundry dictator. About an hour later, I yell “Shit!” and run to the washing machine where I can hear Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! and as I stare mournfully into the front door of the washer Steve comes in and asks what’s wrong. I look at him like somebody died. “My cell phone is in there.” He yells “What?! Well stop it!” “It’s too late, only one minute left on the cycle.” I moan. I wince with each Clunk! Finally neither of us can take it and we stop the washer. He can’t take it due to his love for electronics. I can’t take it because my calendar is in there. NOT backed up. And I have no idea where I’m supposed to be or what I’m supposed to do without it. I send myself reminders and notes and set the alarm so I remember what I’m supposed to be doing. I am literally lost without my phone. I obey the beeps because they command my every waking moment. I try not to cry. I wonder desperately how I’ll remember when I’m supposed to go where. “My calendar is not backed up” I moan again. Steve starts chanting “I can fix this. It will be ok. It will dry out. At least you didn’t drop it in the toilet.” (His brother did that and just decided to flush it on down. lol.) So Steve took apart my phone and left it’s guts all over the table to dry.

The problem with my cell phone is that it still has the 650 area code. When we moved here last May, I stubbornly held onto my cell phone. I have never changed to a local phone number. When Steve put my phone back together this morning it turned on. “BACK UP THE CALENDAR!!! HURRY BEFORE IT DIES!!!!” I screamed. Steve rushed to my laptop and started backing it up. Suprisingly the phone and computer were able to sync. I’ve got my calendar. But the phone seems to have developed cancer in the washing machine and it’s only a matter of time before it dies. So now I have to get a new phone. That means leaving the 650 and getting a local number. I will mourn the loss of my phone. I love this phone. Goodbye 650.