Posted in Life in the Crazy House
More proof that I'm a total airhead, right down to the cellular level.
I was at my son's graduation. Now, I have a pay-as-you-go phone, and no one has the number but my family and they were all with me. Well, there was one exception. Renaissance man had applied at the local grocery store and had given them my phone number as our land line was temporarily down. So I decide that, just in case, I should turn my phone to vibrate.
Well, I try to do that and, of course, it sounds the ringtone as you turn it down. Sane man reaches over, takes the phone, and takes out the battery.
So we get to the car after the graduation, taking Mr. Personality with us, though he drove on the way with First Born and Renaissace Man. I put the battery back in the phone so I can call the boys to let them know that their brother is with us. The phone does not work. I get upset thinking somehow the battery was messed up when I put it in my purse. I'm not happy.
Sane Man then suggests that maybe the battery was dead. Maybe, I say, but I think it had plenty of life left in it when he took it out. Now, I had just bought this phone after losing my old one way back in October, and I was not happy.
So, I set it aside thinking I'll deal with it later. After a while I pick it up again and tell Sane Man I hope he didn't ruin it by taking out the battery. He assures me that is not the case. But I secretly accuse him. I mean, it was working, then it wasn't.
Then Dode Man starts telling me about this little button he knows about on the phone, because his brother First Born has one on his. Little Button? I think to myself. What? A reset set button? Nah, this kid always thinks he knows things and doesn't have a clue. He's only nine, what could he know?
He tells which button to try. Uh. "Oh, that button," I say sheepishly. The power button. Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot I have to turn the phone on after I put the battery back in.
My bad.
~The Crazy Mom
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