So the other day, Sunday to be exact, I went to the potty, flushed the toilet, pulled up my pants and pop...out it came and my phone fell right into the swirly abyss. Nice...I had to retrieve it. Needless to say...no it doesn't work.
But on a lighter side a new scrappy acquaintance wrote me a little poem :
Oh, dear, my phone
in the potty wet
it splashed, bad zone,
the saddest fate it met.
Written by Stacey Kingman
Why thank you.... haven't had poetry written for me in so long...I am quite touched.
So FYI: any of you who read this...I have lost all my phone numbers. Can you ever so kindly send me your numbers to store in my new phone ? Thank you :)