As I walked from my car to my house, I heard the phone in my purse begin to dial someone. I heard the all too familiar clicking and beeping. I wondered who I was going to have to explain this "purse call" to this time...
I ignored the phone for a moment since my hands were full and I reached for my keys, inserted the house key into the front door and walked inside.
My house phone was ringing.
I abandoned my bags, dropped my purse to the floor and raced to the house phone before it stopped ringing.
Hmmmm, there was no one there.
BECAUSE IT WAS ME! I knew that phone number looked familiar...
Yes, my purse just called my house. And I had no clue that the dialing in my purse was connected to the ringing in my house. Nope, I'm just that clueless.
I did appreciate my purse calling to let my house know I was home though. That was thoughtful. Now if only the dog had had dinner ready ...
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