Here's a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares

I care, so call me!

Sometimes I turn the music up in my car so loud that I don't hear the phone ring. I'm also guilty of realizing that it's 6:30 p.m. and my phone is still on vibrate from a 10 a.m. meeting. Sometimes I'll just leave my phone at the bottom of my purse, and I just don't hear it ringing when I'm in the kitchen or the den or sitting right next to the damn thing. It's true. I do all those things--with some frequency. You probably do, too.

The problem with this is that I'm always so disappointed when I drag my phone out wondering why no one has called only to find that I've missed a call from my dear friend in Costa Rica.

Call me back! I swear I won't put the phone down. I'll start to carry it on my belt so that I can grab it at a moment's notice. Wait. No, I won't do that. Sorry. I love you, but I also love being cool.

L.