I can be somewhat negligent when it comes to my iPhone.  I love to play with all of it’s features; often, at the same time.  I’m talking on the phone while playing my favorite brain teaser game, texting while having 3 internet windows open, and so on.  Although I love all of these fabulous features, my iPhone battery does not.  I am constantly getting the alert that only “20% battery power remains.”  However, I am so attached to always having my phone near me I often don’t plug it in until it is about to turn off.  Yesterday did not disappoint: my battery was almost dead and my phone was practically begging me to be plugged in so I broke down, let it out of my hands, and charged it. I proceeded to get some things ready for dinner, put laundry away, and rearrange the decorative pillows on the bed.  As I was walking back into the kitchen from the bedroom, I realized something felt a little off.  Then, it hit me.

I had a cordless phone in my hand.

Apparently, it was so foreign to me not to have a phone in my hand, muscle memory took over and my fingers went and picked up another phone!  And, I didn’t even realize I was carrying it around until it was ringing while I was holding it.

Hey, at least you know you can always get ahold of me.