hello?


I can never find the phone.  Ever.  I spend about half my day circling the house, looking for a ringing cordless. But it's not there. It's buried under something. But I don't know what.

I don't know why I can't remember to put it back on the base when I'm done talking.  But I can't.

So I just bought a wall phone from the '70s.

Just found it online.  It's exactly like the phone that hung in my kitchen for my entire childhood and beyond.  When my mother sold my childhood home, she took the phone...

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Published on December 16, 2009 13:36
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