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Tuesday, May 12, 2009 Family

I exchanged Mother’s Day Stories with a few of the moms at drop off today, and they were basically the same until I met my favorite friend in the parking lot. This year, my day was relatively lovely compared to previous years; it was her day that sounded like a scene right out of my life.

First, her daughter was away on a Girl Scouts camping trip. Over Mother’s Day! But I digress.

That just left their son to worry about, and as a surprise their friends offered to take him overnight on Saturday so they could have a Date Night rolling over to Mother’s Day morning in a quiet house sans fils. Quite romantic for them, generous of their friends.

So they debated Vegas but chose a movie in a strip mall instead—it could happen! While a car ba-bumped over the speed hump in front of the theater, they heard a clatter. Someone had dropped a Blackberry right out of the car, which was long gone. Being responsible citizens, they took the Blackberry home to try to find the owners. Unfortunately, the welcome screen had something silly on it and wasn’t much help identifying the owner, but my friend is a gifted engineer and managed to extract an email address. (I don’t know how, just go with me here.) They sent an email, but didn’t hear back. So they brought it inside and didn’t think much about it until someone called. They both stared at the phone, wondering whether to answer it. Finally my friend’s husband grabbed it, looked at the caller ID, and put it right back down. The phone identified the caller as “My Bitch.”

So they put it away again.

Sunday morning, no kids in the house, perfect time to sleep in, and this phone’s alarm starts going off at 7:30. On this, their rare day alone and extremely rare chance to both sleep in. They found the phone, turned off the alarm, and settled back into sleep just as the snooze alarm sounded. I would have put it into the microwave right about then, both not wanting to be subjected to capricious alarms, nor contacted by anyone called “My Bitch.”

I wonder what the caller ID said on her end of the call?