Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The two weeks without my phone

I survived. I really did. I'm just happy I don't have to look for my phone anymore.

It wasn't a struggle, as most think when they think of a crazed teenager at the loss of her phone. But honestly, I didn't mind to much. I didn't want to go all crazy about it because I would just get more mad that it was lost. I was just hoping it would turn up, sometime or later.

It is nice, though. Somehow, I feel safer. And more in-touch.

But now that I found it, I have to listen to the approximately 4 hundred voice messages.

Cherio.

2 comments:

Robbie De Vries said...

wow,
so, my only questions are
#1 where was it?
#2 and who got the 5 bucks your mom was offering?

Maggie DeVries said...

#1 Actually I realized I said I found it. I didn't find it, and I don't know how I made myself say that I did, because I didn't. We went to the store to shut the account until we found it, but the guy there said the insurance we got when I first got my phone covered it! So I have a different phone, but it looks exactly the same

#2 Nobody, and even if they did, I wouldn't have given it to them. :p