I finally caught up with Monday's Arts section in the Times this morning and giggled over my breakfast as I read this article. Writer's tongue planted firmly in cheek -- I couldn't resist sharing http://nyti.ms/oEjU4s
After the first appointment with my trainer this morning (oh, how Upper East Side that sounds) I hobbled home, showered and changed and headed to an art exhibit. Then tonight, dinner at a friend's house.
A few months ago I bought a phone with three handsets. The main one, with the answering machine, is in my sewing room on the bookcase. #2 is also in my sewing room, next to me so I don't have to get out of my chair to answer the phone. The third one is in the kitchen. One of them is missing. Seriously! What kind of person loses a handset? I KNOW I haven't taken it out of the house. I have looked everywhere. Nada. Niente. Rien. I even tried cleaning up this room to see if it was UNDER something. No luck. Finally, I called my home number from my cell phone. Only two phones rang. This means that the third one is either dead because it has not been charging in its base, or it accidently fell into the waste paper basket and is now gone forever. Marty would have said "it'll turn up." I always said "no it won't." We were each right 50% of the time, but his 50% was larger than mine. However, I am sure it will not turn up. If you find it, let me know.