Of all days, yesterday my husband left the house before I did. Usually I leave first and then he leaves to go work out. But NO! Yesterday he had to leave first.
I'm making the finishing touches of construction upon my face ( not even residential construction, INDUSTRIAL construction) Yeah, my face needs a lot of help to be in public.
I hear the front door open and then hubby's sweet little voice:
"Hey Hon, where's your cell phone?"
"It's in my purse."
"Ummm. I don't think so."
"Did I leave it in my car?"
"Nope. Come here. I want to show you something."
I leave the construction site (bathroom) to see what he is talking about. It is everything he can do to not burst out laughing.
I go to the front door and this is what I see:
Hey, at least I had a FULL CHARGE!!