A new phone

Took the dogs to Wright Park today, in retrospect a HUGE mistake. Too many squirrels for one thing. Dogs go crazy for squirrels, which means out of control dogs. They aren't that well behaved to begin with. So I'm meeting Kevin at the park, and stupid me decides to bring the dogs. As I'm walking around, I think "Boy, I better watch my phone, it could fall out of my pocket pretty easily."

Have you guessed the ending yet?

45 minutes later, I realized my phone has, yes indeed, fallen out of my pocket. I've been all over the park in the last 45 minutes, being dragged by my horrid dogs. Off the path, on the path, on the opposite side of the road, next to trees where squirrels have been sighted. All over. As I realize the phone has disappeared, Freya gets away from me and maims a squirrel. The rodent is dragging its body away from my dog, and I'm THIS CLOSE from driving to Las Vegas and leaving the dogs at the park. So I cry (very helpful), attempt for 2o minutes to find the phone (useless), track Kevin down at rehersal to cry some more (comforting, but he didn't have the phone), then try again to find the phone (still useless).

Then I say, Fuck it! I go buy a new phone. The lady asks me what kind of phone would I like? The cheap one, I respond.