Okay ... since it's Phone Confession Time ...
My landline is a single phone - attached to the kitchen wall. The handset/receiver is attached to the base with ... gasp ... a stretched out curly cord.
My cell phone, such as it is, is an old style flip phone with NO texting keyboard, just the old-style telephone ABC's on the number buttons. It is currently AWOL somewhere in the mess I call "The Upstairs." You know, that place where everything goes to die when you hurriedly clean up just as company hits the front porch? Yeah, somewhere in there.
The cell phone has been in its' current hiding place for ... zheesh, I am SO embarrassed to admit this ... since the lockdown started, back on Jumanji Day (March 13th.) Finding it simply hasn't been that big a priority. I mean, I'm not going anywhere, so no one needs to hunt for me. I work for the public school system, which is shut down until September, if not beyond, so I don't need it for work. Anyone who really needs to find me can either knock on my door, or use the curly phone.
My kids think it's hysterical. They tell everyone that I've put my phone away in a "Safe Place," and that
I am the one it's safest from. The rest of my family just shakes their heads and understands. After all, I'm the one who, after driving aimlessly in ever-widening circles for well over an hour, finally recognized a landmark & instantly knew where I was. I then innocently and excitedly declared, "I know where I am, now! I've been lost here before!"
My family has NEVER let me live that down!