Well, I've officially become "normal". (At least in the tech-y area of my life; other areas...different post for a different day.)
Behold, a cell phone. That happens to be mine. That took over my land line number. That I now have to carry on my person. (*Sigh* about that one.)
I didn't think that I needed a cell phone, but Pete did. Remember that time when Ivy cut her lip and needed stitches? Yeah, I was at the church when it happened, and Pete had no way of reaching me, so he had to leave our bleeding child at home with three other freaked out kids to come and get me and the minivan.
And that is exactly why Pete got me a cell phone for Christmas. For injured children. For when I've been gone running errands for 3 hours and he has no idea when I'm planning to come home. That kind of thing.
Thus far, I haven't had to use it, because our land line was still working. Until today, when my mom tried calling me about 80 times, and the phone was in my purse, or on vibrate, or something, and I didn't hear it. And my voice mail wasn't set up so I couldn't receive messages. When she came banging on my door wondering if I was still alive, I figured I should set up my voice mail, etc. And then the battery died on me. (I haven't been using it, remember? So, it's been sitting in my purse-turned on, because I didn't know how to turn it off. I'm cool that way.)
So if you try calling me, and I don't answer, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I'll be trying to find and/or figure out how to answer the dang thing. But NOW you could leave a message, and I may or may not be able to get that, either.