I forgot my phone at home this past Friday.
I'd like to say I didn't really stress about it, but that would be a damn lie. When I strolled into work and went to check my phone and realized it wasn’t in my purse or pockets, I considered driving twenty minutes plus traffic back to my house just to get it. That seemed sad and ridiculous.
Instead, I accepted defeat, resigned myself to a day without my phone and hopped on Facebook to let my mom know I wouldn't be calling her at lunch. Then I knew I needed to tell Cazey about how my mom said that this would make a good blog post, because that's something he would say. Always thinking, she is.Read More