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We went camping with the puppy cult/dog snobs this weekend. We had a great time, but we are the only ones with a two-year old, so we spent most of the weekend being anti-social at our own campsite instead of with the rest of the group at site #10.  (We missed you guys even though we were right there!)

Last night jim’s phone started vibrating madly and never really stopped. Not like the vibration that you get when your phone rings, but a continuous buzzing. And then it died. Of course, it died when he was out in the middle of the night and I had no way of contacting him… Anyhow the consensus this morning was that the phone had died. So our plan was that he would get my phone and I would get a new phone. Except I couldn’t find my phone.

After some serious searching, we figured out where it was: jim was kind enough to throw my cell into the washing machine.

So we had to replace two phones. Luckily the boy at fido was able to see beyond the fact that jim’s phone was a month and a day out of it’s warranty period, so we only had to pay for my phone. Which is shiny. And pretty. And an iPhone.

And totally cheaper than that second dog I keep fantasizing about.