The other day I called iKeith while I was sitting at a stop light and left him a very important voice mail message.
And then I slid my iPhone between my legs for safe keeping.
I sometimes do this when I'm driving because of a car accident that iKeith was in 14 years ago. His little red sports car was run over and smooshed by a gravel truck and the first responders didn't think anyone could survive so they left him for dead for 30 minutes.
Imagine their surprise when they finally went to cut the dead guy out of his car and found my darling husband pinned inside.
Anyway...I keep my iPhone where I can reach it in case of an accident.
I went to the bank and my bother in law Robert called me. He asked me what I wanted. I said Nothing. He said I called him. I said I didn't. He said maybe the kids called while playing with the phone. Yeah, maybe Goodbye.
I checked my call log because the kids hadn't been playing with my phone and I thought this was going to be evidence that someone was smoking dope again.
Yep...I called him. Right after I called iKeith.
My vajayjay called him. And didn't leave a message.
It was probably calling to tell him he's a dick.