Oh where...

... oh where oh where oh where oh wheeeerrrrre, is my cell phone? Heaven and I are sharing a nice little laugh right now. My red phone went missing last night. The friend who picked me up for dinner at Ol’ South and then drove us to the dance, has checked her car up, down, inside-out, and sideways. Not there. I have done a quick recon of the front yard. I will look again in half an hour or so, when it’s lighter, but the only man-made item I found in the driveway was Lorelai.

The phone is turned off, and possibly the ringer as well, so it’s not as if I could log off the computer and call myself. I will probably find it at the church where we are having the single adult conference, though I will check at Ol’ South on my way.

The good news is that I still have Firstborn’s old phone, so I will not be phone-less over the weekend. I am going to skip the opening remarks for today’s session of the conference (I’ve heard the speaker before, and he is an excellent choice to get things going) in favor of being the first person through the door at Sprint when it opens in two hours. And I’m going to ask the nice people at Sprint to download the scripture app onto my phone so that I don’t need to take my scripture tote to the conference.

In other breaking news, I had a blast at lunch yesterday with my new visiting teaching companion, who was also off work and met me at Bueno. We sat there for two hours and laughed and shared stories and nodded our heads a lot. More of the same at dinner, just with different people.

And in between there was a nap, after a brief falling-down in the button department at JoAnn’s. [Because we all know that buying buttons is such hard work!] All the new buttons are properly strung up on thread by color family, not to mention catalogued on the spreadsheet. The button count is presently at 614, not counting the heart-shaped and star-shaped buttons which are still in their original packets. There are nominally 45 buttons in each of those packets, but the company is generous to a fault, and I suspect that there are a few more added in for good measure.

I suppose this means that I should carve out some time away from my knitting needles and sew something tiny. OK, a whole lot of somethings-tiny.

My best friend at work messaged me to say that the case on which I had spent most of Thursday making copies for the trial notebook, non-suited. We were set to go next week. That’s fine; I will look forward to closing it out when we get the order of non-suit from the court. And I will get the top of my desk back, if she hasn’t already tossed all that paper into the secured recycling bins. I blew through nearly two reams of paper, and I’m sure my printer is still panting and whimpering as we speak.

I had fun at the dance last night. We didn’t stay very long. I thought the band was good, and not as loud as last time. I got to dance with one of the guys in my posse before I left. My friend who drove us is a relatively new widow and (like me) attended out of obedience to the Spirit and not from an overwhelming desire to meet a tall/dark/handsome strange man stranger. She’s already married to the perfect man [for her]; he’s just waiting for her on the other side of mortality.

Speaking of strange men, Brother Abacus [formerly known as He Who Must Not Be Named] was at the dance last night. We very politely ignored one another. [I’m good with that.] And tonight I will be dancing with the rest of my posse, and the new guy. And my buddies will be whispering, “Pick her. You’re nuts if you don’t.” [I’m good with that, too.]

Time to rustle up some grub and decide what I’m going to wear. There are two service projects this afternoon. One involves paint. The other involves singing. Guess which one I’m choosing?

Ooh, it’s light outside. I’ll go check the yard again while breakfast nukes. Be good, remember who you are, and dance with the one what brung ya.