This Is a Test

This week my phone went wacko.  It would not send or receive text messages.  It was frustrating and annoying, because I knew my children at the very least were texting me.  It's what they do.  I got stuck on a slow-moving train on Thursday morning and was going to be late for work AND an 8:00 meeting, and I could not get hold of anyone to let them know.  (Dean!  Pick up your phone!)

I was going to call Sprint, but I'm never sure which password they have for us, so I was waiting till Spencer or Taylor was home at the same time I was.

Last night we went to Lolly's school production of Bye-Bye Birdie (adorable, BTW!).  I had turned the volume down, but the teacher in charge asked us to turn them OFF so they didn't interfere with the mics.  Here's my lameness (#1):  I didn't know how to power off my phone.  Landon had to show me how to do it.  (insert sheepish grin here)

After the play I turned my phone back on.  Guess what?  I received about 12 texts.  Yup, you guessed it.  Lameness (#2):  Turning the phone off and on fixed whatever the problem was.

What is the very first thing techs tell you to do when there's a problem?  Shut it down and start it back up.  *sigh*  I feel so stupid.

Here are my pent-up responses:

To Landon:  What movie are you watching in school?  Two days ago.
To Landon (again):  I'll be home as soon as I finish reading this chapter.  Two days ago.
To Ashtyn:  Yes, I called the attendance office and excused your absence.  Yesterday.
To Briana:  I was freaking out at 8:00, too.  Three days ago.
To Briana (again):  Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, let me say it once again.  Three days ago.
To Briana (yet again):  Persuasion.  Yesterday.
To Stacy:  Our kids should be there.  You know--two days ago.