who’s in charge here?
at work, we wear the portable phone on our back pocket so it’s handy if we need it. we joke that whoever has possession of the phone is the person in charge. there’s even a little ceremony that goes with a shift change when we pass over the phone.
(i cannot count the number of times someone has gone out to their car just to come back in and hand the phone over because they forgot until they sat down to drive away. there’s a certain someone who got all the way home before they realized. but i won’t say who.) =)
at home, i usually don’t answer the phone. we don’t have called ID so we screen our calls old-skool and leave the phone on the charger because we have to go listen to the answering machine anyway.
this a.m. was filled with extra fun and frivolity at an early hour, and a couple calls from christy. at one point i was doing laundry in the basement and wait…. what was that? are my pajama pants ringing? yep. i had inadvertantly put the phone on my wasteband. so at least for this morning, i’ve been in charge around here.
(do you know how hard it is to take a non-blurry pic of your own butt? it’s pretty difficult.)